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What do you think?’ I said, turning to Rosie who was sitting on the bed stroking Nutmeg, my ginger cat.
My daughter gave me a cursory glance. ‘Very nice, Mum.’
I wasn’t so sure. I’d worn the black trousers and sparkly gold blouse on several special occasions and I couldn’t help feeling that something new for the school reunion would be a real treat.
‘Do you fancy coming into town on Saturday?’ I asked, changing back into my jeans and jumper. ‘That dress I told you about might be reduced.’ I’d seen the midnight blue lace number in the department store the previous week and had baulked at the price, but with the sales starting…
Rosie gave a little grimace. ‘Actually, I was going to ask a favour for Saturday. I’ve been offered a double shift and Jason’s got a rewiring job booked… so would you be able to have the boys?’
My daughter was a manager of a supermarket and as much as I loved having the five-year-old
