Frankie began to swallow with difficulty.
“It’s perhaps a bit stodgy for your taste. But then we’re all going to have a rest before our entertainment,” called Tilly as she carried out the empty plates to the kitchen. “Here, you clear away Shirley. Frankie can help with the washing-up. Come on our Dolly. Time for a feet-up for the workers.”
“I was a worker,” said Neville.
“You are daft, our Neville. Kids don’t get tired. Here, go and play Ludo with Marlene or something. Why don’t you get out that game of Old Maid you got in your stocking. Teach your sister how to play.”
Frankie and Shirley carried away the dishes, piling them up at the sink and boiling the kettle for the hot water. Shirley tied an apron round Frankie’s waist and giggled.
“Trying to give me the hubby look?” he said.
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