An early morning coffee spillage soaked her latest batch of freshly printed-off course notes, much to Greg’s exasperation. ‘Why print them off at all, when you have them filed away online?’ being the last words he chucked at her before bustling off to work. Because I like having paper copies to read through, if that’s quite all right with you, Greg? Grrr… Then followed a lunchtime collision with her desk, leaving a bruise the size of a nectarine on her hip, and an afternoon double bill of a smashed favourite vase and a half-hour spent on all fours, combing the hallway stairs and carpet for an earring she’d dropped. The only bright spot, in her otherwise shitty day, had been picking up the lovely dress she’d bought in York plus Abi’s, minus the beer stains, from the dry-cleaners. Rebecca had offered to do the honours for both garments as she’d also had one of Greg’s suits to collect.
What do You think about As Weekends Go (Choc Lit)?
