Sunday, 28 October 2012

Homecoming teen

'Morning, darling.' Thanks to the clocks going back, Lily has managed to surface before 10am. She gives me a weak smile and brushes past my open arms to take up her place at the breakfast table.

'You must have missed your cuddles over the last two weeks, darling...' I say with my Cora Crawley, Countess of Granthamish look of empathetic concern.

Lily grins and shakes her head as she scrapes the Onken yogurt pot.  

'Don't spare my feelings, darling. You can tell me the truth.'

She grins again and shakes her head more vigorously. 'What's this doing on the table this morning?' She points to the Moroccan salt and pepper holder.

'It didn't get cleared up last night.'

'You were the one clearing the table,' she retorts.

'Feel free to clear it away.'

'Feel free to eat with your mouth shut.'

Lily is back.

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