We made our way home via school to retrieve our bags.
Trish and Mary knew they’d get a good telling-off when the letters arrived, but I knew I had to come clean.
Mum had this rule, you see; get punished at school, get punished at home, so paying £2 or whatever towards the new book was the least of my worries.
Mum was home when I got in, so I thought it better to get it over with.
“Hi love, have a good day at school?
How did the service go?” mum asked as I entered the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, love?” she asked.
“Sit down, mum. I have something I need to tell you which is going to make you mad with me,” I said sadly.
“Go on, what have you gotten mixed up in now?” She said, reading me like a book.
“We got in trouble. Mary, Trish and I for playing noughts and crosses in a hymn book.