I’m a monster!’
‘No, you’re not.’
‘I am actually evil. Look!’
With a sigh, Doug tore himself away from the big game on TV, and glanced at the piece of paper his wife Lisa had thrust at him. ‘You look fine,’ he said. ‘It’s sweet.’
Lisa stormed round the sofa and stood in front of the TV. ‘Doug, look at it properly.’
With a muttered prayer that his team wouldn’t score in the next five minutes, Doug took the paper and studied it.
The object of Lisa’s horror was a picture their five-year-old son Freddie had drawn that day. On a block of bright green was a large square with four smaller squares set in it that Doug guessed was meant to be their house. Smoke was billowing from a chimney, even though they had central heating. Hanging over the house was a yellow circle, and resting on that was a block of bright blue that had to be the sun and sky.
But it was the figures standing next to the house that were
