Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen. Lisa May.
Lisa May’s Point of View.
“The boys are on their way here,” Diana announces as she pockets her mobile phone, when we pull up outside my house.
“Cool, let me get Princess settled, and I will put the kettle on,” I smile.
“I will make the cuppers,” Pammy states, hobbling into the kitchen. I can tell she still feels guilty for giving my cat a treat that upset her stomach. It seriously isn’t her fault.
“There are some biscuits in the cupboard. A pack of those cheep nice things, and some custard creams,” I inform her, because we all know our men will devour them in two seconds flat. I bought the cheep biscuits, purely because when Jason is here, he manages to go through the biscuits in double quick time, even those ones. It saves me some mone
