The Dog That Dumped On My Doona (2008) - Plot & Excerpts
I wouldn’t have minded that so much, but most of her frenzy was directed at me. She had ironed my best pants until I was in danger of cutting myself on the creases. She had insisted on me wearing one of those shirts that feel as if they are made from plastic sheeting. And my shoes were so highly polished I’d blind motorists if I took them out in the sun. Then she combed my hair for me! I put up with all this only because I didn’t have a choice. But I was prepared to draw the line if she wanted to sprinkle talcum powder on my bum. Dad wasn’t much better. He looked as if he was dressing for a dinner date with the Pope. Mum had her very best outfit on. It was scary. We looked like religious fundamentalists about to go door-knocking. Then Rose got back from the final rehearsal. She was wired. Nervousness and excitement came off her in waves. She tried to eat something that Mum had saved for her – we had eaten earlier, so we’d all be ready on time – but couldn’t get more than a couple of mouthfuls down.
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