What’s for lunch?

Hattie has just asked me what’s for lunch.

I said nothing.

No. Not nothing. ‘Nothing’.

If we lived somewhere sensible, where there was a support group for the children of errant mothers, Hat may make an incriminating phone call.

As it is she will do as she learned to do years ago: forage.

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