I know it’s the middle of summer, but this is a mix of two prompts from my friends Meg (“Plonker!”) and Judy (“knickers!”)… the story itself is true enough!
Family Christmas dinners were awful… So dull. So polite. All please and thank yous, with the same routines every year.
In the kitchen, the turkey wasn’t quite cooked, and Millie was getting tense, despite (because of) Peter’s attempts to help. “No! You… Plonker!”
In the living room, Ella raised an eyebrow. This was most unusual!
Something could be heard falling, clattering from the hob.
As dinner was served, Millie spilled red wine on the carpet.
“Oh… SHIT! “
Ella’s face didn’t move a muscle, but inside she rofld, she danced, she cheered.
Best. Christmas. Ever.