New striped pyjamas and an encounter with Mrs Buckfast.

When Mrs Buckfast joined Mrs Jacobson and aunty on the patio for tea I was ordered to give up my chair. "You can sit on the grass like the little boy you are," laughed aunty.

 "And say thank you to Mrs Buckfast for your lovely new pyjamas. You needed a new stripey pair didnt you?" I mumbled a curt thank you that I just about got away with. "Now give her a big kiss."
I was forced to kiss her proffered cheek before finding myself seated at the feet of three very intimidating women wearing my winceyette, striped pyjamas. Could the afternoon get any worse?