I gulped as Mum spent a moment admiring them.
“Girl’s uniforms are so much nicer than boy’s uniforms,” Mum said as she turned to us and smiled wryly.
“Don’t you think?” she added. I gulped. I’m not sure how my brother replied.
“Now I don’t want you two up all night talking,” she said as she turned on a lamp.
“My princesses need their beauty sleep,” she said in a teasing, taunting tone of voice.
“Nightie night girls… and sweet dreams.” Were her parting words.
Although she did pause to admire the brace of gingham school dresses before turning out the light and leaving.
The lamp she’d turned on is a new one, and I don’t like it.
It’s too bright for a start and has a revolving shade that casts a pink & lilac glow across the walls and ceiling.
