drinker,â she murmured, as Kellyâs mum produced a bottle of Baileys.
âYou try a drop of this,â said Kellyâs mum. âGot a sweet tooth, have you? It tastes just like chocolate.â
âLike chocolate!â said Biscuits. âCan I have some too?â
Kellyâs mum gave him one weeny sip. Mum looked horrified â but when she took an even weenier sip of her own glassful she looked surprised. She didnât say anything, but she drank it all up.
And
had another glass after that.
It seemed to put her in a good mood because she didnât say no when we all ordered take-away pizzas on Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Daveâs mobile phone.
âIâd never have thought Iâd be ordering a pizza in Llanpistyll,â said Dad.
âWell, donât get too excited. We ordered them last night and the first lot went astray,â said Kellyâs mum. âSome of them little toerags waylaid the guy on the pizza-bike. Honestly! Kids nowadays!â
All the grown-ups started in on one of those yawny-yawny kids-of-today conversations while Dean showed us all his toys. I started fooling around with his Lego bricks and made him a little castle.
âOh wow! Thatâs great, Tim,â said Kelly. âMake one for me, eh?â
The four of us played with the Lego. Baby Keanu kept trying to smash everything in sight. Then he mistook a red Lego brick for ababy rusk and rammed it in his mouth. He did his best to swallow. He started to turn as red as the brick.
âKeanuâs choking,â said Kelly calmly, and she tipped him upside down and thumped him on the back.
The brick came shooting out like a bullet. Keanu crowed happily, none the worse.
âThatâs some party trick, Kelly,â I said. âDoes he often swallow things?â
âAll the time,â said Kelly. âHey, I wonder what you were like as a baby, Biscuits! I bet you stuffed
everything
in your little gob. Bricks, rubber dollies, your own little booties . . .â
âHis dummy, yum yum, chew chew, swallow! His baby bottle, yum yum, crunch crunch, swallow! Hey, his
pottie
, yum yum
OUCH
!â
Biscuits was doing his best to turn
me
upside down, but mercifully the pizzas arrived just at that moment. We
all
went yum yum, munch munch. We ate outdoors because the caravan was quite a squash with eight and a half people shut inside. Lots of other people were sitting outside their caravans chatting and eating and drinking. Kelly and her family had only arrived yesterday but already everyone knew them. Some kids cameover and asked if Kelly was coming over to the swings with them.
âMaybe later. Iâve got my friends here, see,â said Kelly. âIsnât that right, Tim?â
âSure, Kelly,â I said, pleased to be singled out as Kellyâs special friend.
Biscuits didnât mind. He was busy with his second pizza.
But then Dad went and spoilt it all.
âWhy donât you all play together, eh? How about a game of French cricket? Iâll show you how to play if you like.â
âOh no,â I mumbled. âPlease donât letâs play, Dad.â
âI shall get hiccups if I have to play,â said Biscuits, his mouth full.
âI donât want to play with those kids anyway, theyâre boring,â said Kelly.
Dad didnât listen to any of us. He started careering round looking for a bat and ball. He couldnât find a bat at all and the only ball was a red and yellow stripey one belonging to Keanu. Heâd just started the mammoth task of hugging it to his chest and licking it all over and he didnât appreciate Dad taking it. Not one bit.
âThere must be an old cricket bat somewhere,â said Dad.
âSorry, mate. Not my cup of tea, cricket,âsaid Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave.
âWhat about using my umbrella?â said Kellyâs mum, hitching the howling Keanu onto her hip.
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