| The kids were playing up as usual. I suspected the older two were shoplifting and
the youngest was still in nappies. The only refuge for me was in the kitchen. I set to
work on the chocolate nest cake. As I started to cut deeply, through the chocolate flakes,
deep into the sweet yellow sponge, I had an idea. I turned around, the Kitchen Devil in
my hand, and started to shred the curtains. Next I kicked-in the fridge door and pulled the
door of the washing machine. Now there was no stopping me. I turned to the bottle of milk.
Shards of glass lay over the kitchen floor...
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