Today was a disastrous April Fool’s Day and I’m blaming Jamie, although it wasn’t all his fault. He started the day off on a bad note though.
Usually I have to dig Jamie out of his bed in the morning. He takes this whole teenage lark very seriously. You’d be lucky to get a grunt out of him before noon. I pity the teachers of his morning classes.
Not today. He came into my room after my alarm had rung but before I’d dragged myself from beneath my cosy duvet. “Hi, can I make myself a poached egg for breakfast?”
“Who are you and what have you done with my son?”
“Har, har. Seriously, there’s only two eggs left, can...
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