There’s frantic knocking at the door. Hunith drops the dough she was kneading, dusts the flour off her hands, and opens the door to find two little faces beaming up at her.
“We got these for you!” A bouquet is thrust eagerly up at her.
She thanks them both and accepts the flowers, then looks down sternly: this is not the first bouquet she has received recently. “Now, what did you boys get up to?”
Her son bursts out, “We didn’t mean it!”
“Yes, we did,” says William, who then stammers and adds, “But we won’t do it again, promise!”
@albionparty - Week two (blue team)






















