The Broodons Story III: DANCING SHOES
Lizzy swept and twirled across the kitchen holding her mop as though it was a handsome dance partner, they slid along the lino with one last pirouette before the front door flew open and her daydream was interrupted by the noise of returning children dropping school bags and coats in the hallway.
“Hi mum” they chorused.
Dad followed “You’re looking pleased with yourself?” Read More
The Broodon Story II: THE SAVING RACE
Thump, crash, “ouch!”
All three kids came crashing down the stairs at once, desperately trying to squeeze past each other in an effort to get down first… Dad gave his usual morning commentary…
“It’s Johnny behind Sophie but Sophie’s going fast. Kate’s falling short, but no wait Johnny’s catching, it’s Johnny on the inside ooooooo! Sophie wins by a nose” Read More
The Broodon Story I: FOOD HUNT
THWUMP –
“That’s the third pigeon that’s flown into the kitchen window!”
“Must be your dazzling smile”
“While washing up? Help me dry” Lizzy Broodon threw a tea towel over her husband’s head. “You know we need to sit down with the kids and explain we’ll need to economise, they eat like there is no tomorrow my cupboards are bare!”
Bob wiped bubbles from a mixing bowl “Maybe if we switch to supermarket own brands, no sweets after school and we stop the Saturday night takeaways for a while…?”
Nine year old Johnny and his little sister Kate were sat on the stairs, peeking and listening to their mum and dad.
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