A few days later, Peter did come round to my house after school. I showed off my collection of...
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Mum looked puzzled. “Who’s Rita?” “Oh er… Rita is the lady who helped me change into the Victorian clothes,...
I sighed and said “When I agreed to wearing something similar to you I didn’t expect this.” I looked...
As is the norm, my sister and I try to guess what each of our gifts might be before...
“It’s John.” I replied. “Is that you Pete?” I asked. My school friend poked his head out from behind...
This time I put a pink satin ribbon in his soft blonde curly hair and made a...
The guide said, “Now can our Victorian girls be careful not to trip on their skirts on the stairs.”...
“Do I have to have a pink one?” I moaned. Mother told me I did, for two reasons. “It...
I let him bury his face in the soft silky folds of the beautiful skirt and feel...
They exited the park and crossed the usually busy road, but being Christmas day, it’s all but deserted. They...