It seemed that bingo afternoons left her so exhausted both physically and emotionally that she never had enough energy left to cook an evening meal.
So if it wasn't TV dinners it had to be fish and chips.
“What are you looking so red in the face about, Harry?” she said as she put the tray down on the coffee-table.
“Your daughter's a cheat and a liar,” the father said, taking his plate of fish and placing it on his knees.
“Turn the telly on and let's not have any more talk.”
The Platinum-Blond Man
There was no doubt in Matilda's mind that this latest display of foulness by her father deserved severe punishment,
and as she sat eating her awful fried fish and fried chips and ignoring the television, her brain went to work on various possibilities.
By the time she went up to bed her mind was made up. The next morning she got up early and went into the bathroom and locked the door.
As we already know, Mrs Wormwood's hair was dyed a brilliant platinum blonde,
very much the same glistening silvery colour as a female tightrope-walker's tights in a circus.
The big dyeing job was done twice a year at the hairdresser's, but every month or so in between,
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