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With Fester off to his annual water-beetlers'
shindig for the night Thunderthighs is making his and Ferretfingers’ tea of
chicken bits and instant mash.
Part of
me thinks this is a good thing and a mark of independence.
Another, much smaller, part wonders if it's
because they can no longer stand my freezer/tin to microwave cooking when their
father's away.
Miss Fiddle Maybe the later
has prompted the former? In which case this is progress!
Nowadays he just goes up to the local take-away.
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