In my corner
The stench of microwaved brussel sprouts was floating through the air this evening so I told Aline she should bake a cake to freshen the atmosphere. The following conversation ensued: Aline: You’ll have to buy me a new cake pan. Steve: Hazel, should we take some money out of your …
One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.