Well, after all those shots, more like ""staggered"" the short distance to her Mum's house where she'd moved back in order to ""save for a deposit"" for a place of her own. At the rate this plan was going, she'd be able to afford a tiny flat at the age of approx. 103 in Zone 7.
And London only had 6 zones...
Still, independence at pension age was FAR preferable to asking Rog' (or Dad, a.k.a. ""The B *stard"") for financial help. Stell shuddered at the thought and pulled her Hammers' over-jacket tighter around her.
""Ouch!"" she said aloud, as the first aches in her body seeped through the dissipating alcohol. The real soreness wouldn't reach its peak
for a couple of days, before which there was always the dubious pleasure of reacquaintance with her Jaeger-bomb-induced,
Monday morning hangover. Surprisingly enough, this Monday morning feeling never seemed to improve her relationship with
her boss...
Plus, she was still single.
""Prime of your life, eh?"" she could hear her inner voice nagging, before it broke off into demented, sarcastic laughter. ""Are you
going to do something about this or what?"" it managed to sneer through the guffaws..."
By:
Milton G Stephens Cover design or artwork by:
White Magic Studios Imprint: Maple Publishers Dimensions:
Height: 203mm,
Width: 127mm,
Spine: 24mm
Weight: 454g ISBN:9781915796769 ISBN 10: 1915796768 Pages: 464 Publication Date:10 October 2023 Audience:
General/trade
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ELT Advanced
Format:Paperback Publisher's Status: Active
Reviews for Don't Let Them See You Cry
"""Brilliantly worded, quirky humour, insightful characterisation, engaging and delightful read."" - Anonymous 1 ""What, women playing rugby? Cah-moff-it, you're 'avin' a laugh!"" - Anonymous 2"