18th May 2021

TEA TIME

In the treehouse, the April breeze ruffled the leaves, and a sudden gust knocked down their rickety ladder

' You'll 'ave to jump, Jake. I've got a bad knee.'

Resigned to his fate, Jake fearfully let go of the branch and landed heavily on his bottom.

'Oh, and tell Mum I'll have Marmite in me sangwiches.' Robbie called as an afterthought.

Grace Galton