THE children were having breakfast. This was not a pleasant sight. In fact, the kitchen was a complete shit hole.
Cereal was being thrown on the floor, a fight had just broken out over a spoon and the little one was screaming because she had the ‘wrong’ bowl.
Mrs Large was about to lose her shit. She took a tray from the cupboard and set it with a mug, the kid’s leftover toast, a packet of mini cheddars and half a bottle of wine from yesterday.
She stuffed her smartphone into her pocket and sneaked off towards the door.
