She was worried when she heard about the argy-bargy between Vincent’s mum and Vincent’s dad. ‘I think I’d better get back to looking after all the children today,’ Mum said, and she got up for breakfast. ‘Oh Mum, don’t be silly. You still seem very fluey to me,’ I said. ‘I certainly look a bit fluey,’ said Mum, running her fingers through her straggly hair and rubbing her poor red nose. ‘But I still think it’s time I took over. It sounds as if you’re all running wild.’ ‘Grrr,’ I said, baring my teeth and making my hands into claws. ‘Grrr,’ Sara copied, biting her breakfast banana very savagely. ‘Anyway, Mum, you can’t take over today. We’ll miss out on all the fun,’ I said tactlessly. ‘I can’t wait to go to Clive’s mum’s chocolate shop. Yum yum yum.’ ‘Yum yum,’ said Sara, slobbering. ‘Yes, that’s what I’m worried about,’ said Mum. ‘Sara was sick yesterday. I don’t want her eating lots of chocolate today and getting sick again.’ ‘It’s OK, Mum.
