The littleTHINGS

Morning, darlings!’ Sally said brightly as her beloved children, the lights of her life, the very reason for her being, slouched into the kitchen.

‘Mmmph!’ said her firstborn Olly, rifling through the cereal selection. ‘Why are there no Coco Pops?’

‘Umph,’ added her dear second child Ned, attempting to cram six slices of bread into a four-slice toaster.

‘Mum, my straighteners are rubbish! I really, really need a Dyson Airwrap and their new straighteners. Did you even look at the links I sent you? Everyone else has them and it’s not fair!’ gabbled her youngest and only daughter Lily.

Sally sighed, ‘You ate all the Coco Pops for a “snack” after school, Olly, remember? I only went to the supermarket yesterday so there was a full box, which you consumed with three pints of milk.

‘Ned… Ned! Stop that! You are going to set the house on fire.

‘Lily, I did look at the links, and you’re requesting nearly £1,000 worth of hairstyling kit, so I’m afraid it’s a