Have you ever had power over someone? She thinks she’s better than me. I’m a mass of frizzy red hair, clothes more C&A than D&G—average Jo.
I used to dread these ‘let’s do coffee’ mornings. I’d talk about our lovely holiday in Tenerife and she’d always have been somewhere better.
Then one weekend her Brian bumped into our Mary on a stag do and shared more than a karaoke stage. Now her little digs prickle only Brian as he reads my face - will I tell?
But where would the fun be in that.
short but sweet (or bitter?)
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