My friend Sophie, the one who sells houses, thinks I need to learn how to say no. I told her no I didn’t, but she didn’t get the joke.
“Seriously, Trish. You always put yourself last. You couldn’t even do a paper round without spending your first pay-cheque on the kids.”
“It was really nice cake, Sophie.”
“How many slices did you eat?”
Two, but then I remembered I was dieting.
She laughed at me and sipped her coffee. “Yeah, and the Queen of England thinks hats are unfashionable.”
“Two slices. It was lovely cake.” I sipped my fruit tea, wishing it was a hot chocolate and pu...
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