“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.