Today had started in the worst possible way.
I woke from an x rated s*x dream to find myself in the company of an audience. Sarah and Monty stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me curiously. Kevin sat up on his air bed, bottom lip bitten, cheeks flushed. The arse found this funny. I did not. I scowled at him, but resisted the urge to slap him.
'Aunty Cerys were you having a bad dream?' Sarah c****d her head to one side, angelic face scouring mine. How the hell did I answer that? I had to hope I wasn't putting on a performance. Moaning and groaning and pulling s*x faces. God. Those poor children. If my s*x face was anything like the face I pull when I sneeze, well, watching the exorcist would be far less terrifying for them.
'Was it monsters?' Monty clutched the little chimpanzee to
