“Mum got us all up really early—and we then arrived late. This was thanks to the Microdot having a crisis with clothes. She came trailing downstairs in her dressing gown, clutching some kind of pink garment and going, “Mum, it’s got a mark!” A great big splodge, all down the front. I suggested she should wear it the other way round, so the mark was at the back, but she turned on me and screamed that I was an idiot. “People would think I’d sat in dog poo!” I said, “So wear something else,” but ac...cording to her she hasn’t got anything. “Everything else is rubbish!” “Ever thought about a bin bag?” I said. “Dory, stop it,” said Mum. “Anna, let me have a look.” Mum and Dad are such a soft touch where the Microdot is concerned. I don’t know whether it’s because she’s small, or whether it’s because she’s the youngest, or whether it’s simply because she’s a girl, but they let her get away with stuff that me and Will would never be allowed to get away with.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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