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An evening in Casa Monroe
"I say, Mama, what's for dinner?" chirped SB, a rosy glow in his cherubic cheeks.
"Out of date salad pesto, rinsed beans and rotten chicken livers," twinkled his doting mother. "I call it liver de pollo con rinsed beans. It's exotic. I made it three hours ago for the photos, but I left it on a sideboard so it's not totally cold yet."
SB hopped up and down, filling the shabby bungalow with an ephemera of joy. "Oh, how simply spiffing! The chaps at school will be so jealous tomorrow when I tell them about it as we eat our tuck!"
"Wait a minute," fizzed his mother. "Where's your coat?"
SB percolated guiltily. "Oh, don't be rotten with me, Mama. I'm afraid I've left it at Pater's. I was playing in the lane with a hoop and a stick and I quite forgot all about it."
His mother fell to the floor with a wordless howl of rage, and spent the next five minutes gnashing and thumping before finally coming back to her feet. "Did David Walliams tell you to do that?! Fine, no liver for you. Now fuck off!"
"What rotten luck," bimbled SB.
"I say, Mama, what's for dinner?" chirped SB, a rosy glow in his cherubic cheeks.
"Out of date salad pesto, rinsed beans and rotten chicken livers," twinkled his doting mother. "I call it liver de pollo con rinsed beans. It's exotic. I made it three hours ago for the photos, but I left it on a sideboard so it's not totally cold yet."
SB hopped up and down, filling the shabby bungalow with an ephemera of joy. "Oh, how simply spiffing! The chaps at school will be so jealous tomorrow when I tell them about it as we eat our tuck!"
"Wait a minute," fizzed his mother. "Where's your coat?"
SB percolated guiltily. "Oh, don't be rotten with me, Mama. I'm afraid I've left it at Pater's. I was playing in the lane with a hoop and a stick and I quite forgot all about it."
His mother fell to the floor with a wordless howl of rage, and spent the next five minutes gnashing and thumping before finally coming back to her feet. "Did David Walliams tell you to do that?! Fine, no liver for you. Now fuck off!"
"What rotten luck," bimbled SB.