When they arrived at his granny’s house his grandmother gushed at how much he’d grown and how nice it was to see him and how nice he looked in his school uniform. She served the hot pot supper before they made their out into the garden ready for the big event.
Michael loved watching the fireworks but this being the first really cold evening of the year, he stood with his bare legs as close together as possible in a vain attempt to retain some body heat. His mother noticed his posture and asked if he was warm enough.
“I’m a bit chilly.” He replied. “But I’ll forget about it once the fireworks start” He added bravely.
“Well I did bring your woolly tights if you want them,” Karen said with a smile as she drew them from her handbag.
