'But what will I have to do?' Patricia asked. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep rosy red and she was wringing her hands. 'Oh, it's nothing too dramatic,' Mr Burns replied. 'Pretty cushy, really. Answer telephone calls, grab morning tea orders from staff and phone them through to the cafe. Stationery orders. Greet visitors, sign… Continue reading Offer for Patricia
When the light streamed through the windows, Mathew rolled over. 'Ah, cock!' he moaned. 'What's wrong?' I asked. 'Too bright,' he croaked, ducking his head under the covers. 'Head hurts.' I clamped my mouth shut, lest I say something I would later regret. My thoughts wandered back to last night, my warnings to him to… Continue reading Harsh light of day
'If anyone needs me, I'll be in the back garden!' Millie calls over her shoulder as she walks out the door. There's no response. Not that she was expecting one. They're all watching the telly, eyes wide, jaws slack and hanging. Millie reckons they're watching one of those trashy reality shows, like the Bachelor or… Continue reading Where’s the milk?
Despite a healthy diet, and a huge reduction in alcohol intake, Bertha is struggling to lose kilograms. Weighing in at 99kgs, she is worried. In no way does she want to weigh a number with three figures. And damn those idiots who say, 'it's just a number.' They're usually the same type who say, 'it's… Continue reading It’s not just a number
Today is a bleak wintry day. Cold, rainy. The perfect day to stay indoors and potter. I've dropped the kids at school. I've cancelled my exercise class—pathetic, I know, but I couldn't face outdoor exercise today. Instead, I've compiled a list of what to do: Edit manuscript Read Write Watch TV on the couch nestled… Continue reading The List of What to Do