“Tanya, I’ve done a bad thing,” Mum says, looking distressed. “I’m afraid it’s your fault.”
I’ve just surfaced from a sleep in the car. We’re on our way to Abroad.
“What’s happened?” I say.
“I’ve forgotten the Marmite,” Mum says. “You were meant to remind me and…”
“I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it,” I say. “You’ve been banging on about bringing-the-Marmite for ages. I just assumed you’d packed it first or…”
“Let’s go to the loo,” Mum says.
Leaving Dad in the car, we weave through the coaches to a building that must contain a loo.
“Oh look, there’s a W.H. Smith,” Mum says, and we wander in.
At the front of the shop there are books and I find the new Philippa Gregory: The Taming Of The Queen and pick it up. This is exciting.
Following Mum round the corner, I hear her let out a cry of triumph: “yessssss!”
She is holding a little jar of Marmite aloft: as if it’s the Wimbledon trophy.
“We’d better take two,” I say.
Happy Saturday everyone!
*2015. By Philippa Gregory. Historical novel.