The kitchen clock was too loud, ticking or tocking away, which one, who knows?
Callaghan's guests had arranged in a flurry of faux kisses and insincere compliments. Vomit. Don't you love how people pretend to love each other with sickening displays of affection and once backs are turned, they pull out the sharpest, deadliest blades. The upper classes are the worst....
'Imelda you look sensational tonight....'
Err no. Everyone knows Imelda Belvedere is a toad. A toad dressed in a two piece and flashy pearls.
'Anna, I must compliment you on your latest cover.'
Oh god, who are you kidding, Callaghan? All she'd done is hired a ruler, dressed it up in hideous neon coloured 'clothes' and asked said ruler to look like they were passing a kidney stone.
I plated up the scallops, doubt suddenl
