“He's a doctor,” Nigel said. “And a jolly good one. He says we're all so covered with bugs anyway that a bit of extra dirt never hurts anyone.”
“I'm glad he's not my doctor,” the Trunchbull said. “And why, might I ask, is there a baked bean on the front of your shirt?”
We had them for lunch, Miss Trunchbull.” “And do you usually put your lunch on the front of your shirt, Nigel?
Is that what this famous doctor father of yours has taught you to do?”
Baked beans are hard to eat, Miss Trunchbull. They keep falling off my fork.”
“You are disgusting!” the Trunchbull bellowed.You are a walking germ-factory!
I don't wish to see any more of you today! Go and stand in the corner on one leg with your face to the wall!”
“But Miss Trunchbull...” “Don't argue with me, boy, or I'll make you stand on your head! Now do as you're told!” Nigel went.
Now stay where you are, boy, while I test you on your spelling to see if you've learnt anything at all this past week.
And don't turn round when you talk to me. Keep your nasty little face to the wall. Now then, spell ‘write’.”
“Which one?” Nigel asked. “The thing you do with a pen or the one that means the opposite of wrong?”
He happened to be an unusually bright child and his mother had worked hard with him at home on spelling and reading.
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