Some bugger’s been at my biscuits.
I’m not a diva, I don’t have many pairs of shoes and I don’t have any pots of facial age defying creams but I do like my biscuits.
My little indulgence. Essential to dip in my morning coffee.
I suspect Bean (who is 3 yrs old) can now reach on to the kitchen worktops and get to my special biscuit tin. Yes I even have my own separate special biscuit tin, it’s a green and cream vintage affair and I love it to bits.
So I quiz Bean over breakfast … “Kitty – have you opened mummys biscuit tin?”
‘No mummy’ she replies and accompanies it with a very cheeky grin that she saves to bring out on occasions when she thinks I am about to explode.
“Well who has been eating mummys special biscuits then?”
*Pause for thought*
‘I know mummy ! It was Mister Mouse !’
“Mister Mouse! Who is Mister Mouse ?”
‘Silly mummy, he’s a tiny little mouse who lives in the kettle and his favourite food in the whole wide world is biscuits’
Bean scores 1/10 for honesty but has redeemed herself with a strong 10/10 for imagination.