VI. Persecutions
As foreseen, I fell ill too in two days’ time. My mum didn’t have any laurel leaves nor cinnamon sticks at home, to make me the famous “health tea”. In spite of my granny’s phone scolding, she found it faster to go to Boots and buy me some paracetamol, which she integrated with some laurel oil drops bought at Holland & Barrett: they tasted awfully, but granny had insisted so much on making me take them three times a day at least. I couldn’t go neither to school nor even less horse riding, and the worse was I was going to stay at home the following week for our half term holidays. I asked my parents if I could stay in Reading instead of going to granny’s, I was almost fifteen by the time, there would be nothing wrong in spending my days by myself. Of course Sarah didn’t ag
