Look, I know things are--awkward. And I didn't want to disturb you this morning, or upset you or anything, or risk a scene, but I knew I had to be there ( Read more... )

Oh, bugger, Mum!

What do I do?

I got the afternoon off from Mr Powell, so I could come home and cook Percy supper for his birthday. Everything was going so well. I made the recipe perfectly, I swear, and then I put the roast in the oven.

And then Perce said he'd be later than we thought, so I turned the cooker down.

Well.

I thought I turned ( Read more... )

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