#WhosAtTheDoor?
Who’s at the door?
Mummy won’t get out of bed.
There’s ice inside the kitchen window. The curtains are closed.
I soaked some crusts of bread and old biscuits in the last of the lumpy milk. It softened them. Kitty cried while she ate it. She said it made her feel sick. She said it smelled like cat pee and old socks....
