You’re going to bingo!’ yells Janice. ‘Don’t tell the whole office,’ I mouth.
‘Sorry, Shelley. It’s just that you don’t seem like a bingo person,’ says Janice.
‘What is a bingo person? Anyway, I’m doing some detective work,’ I whisper, as if I’m a younger Miss Marple. My investigations will centre on my Auntie June. She’s given me a roof over my head after the so-called love of my life evicted me at short notice when he found