Personally, I Blame My Fairy Godmother - Plot & Excerpts
Can’t be too sure until I worm the whole story out of her, but when I get home from my shift later that night, she meets me in the hall wearing a smart new jacket, fully made-up with her hair all washed and glossy. Then she stuns me by saying that we’re going out for a drink. Which is so completely unheard of in this house for anyone other than Joan, that I have to ask her to repeat herself. ‘OUT out? Outside of the house? Like as in…away from the TV?’ ‘What’s wrong with that? It’s a Saturday night and we’re going out. Like people do.’ Then, dropping her voice, she adds, ‘I’ve something to tell you, and we may as well get out of here so we can chat properly.’ She gives me exactly two minutes to whip off my minging Smiley uniform and change into jeans and a T-shirt and next thing, we’re out the door and on our way down to the Swiss Cottage, leaving Maggie in the TV room all on her own for her usual Saturday night telly-fest of American Idol and X Factor. Fifteen minutes later, we’re tucked into a fairly quiet corner of the pub, with two glasses of Bulmers in front of us.
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