Eggy Bread

I am 17 years old. I am in my Nanna’s kitchen after a long, GCSE nightmare of a day in school. I know I have a night of revision ahead of me and I’m tired. Nanna senses my turmoil (Nanna’s are good like that). A slow ‘I know how to fix this’ smile appears and she starts whipping up the emergency meal. The…

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