Chapter 7I awoke later that morning to the twins in the kitchen, they were talking to Hailey and when I went through Hailey greeted me with a smile.
“G’day sexy.”
“Hi,” I waved at everyone, “what time is it?”
“Half past eight,” Jennifer looked at her phone, “sleep well?”
“Like a log.”
I contemplated telling them about my dream but then Hailey ordered me into the bathroom before a proper cooked breakfast, if it’s one thing they do well in Britain it’s a cooked breakfast. I did try the black pudding although the girls baulked when Hailey told them the main ingredient.
“Pig’s blood,” Hailey stared at the half eaten pudding on my plate, “now that I have to i********:,” she smiled at her sister, “hashtag, thislittlepiggy,” she raised her phone, “smile, mum.”
Black pudding, haggis and Irn
