Stories by Anne Knight
Wet Day
The day was really a day to stay in. I wondered to myself: ‘I'll
sort out my Doll’s Room’. Ascending the stairs I went in, sat down and
looked around; where to start? Everywhere looked a tip. I decided to
move the small dolls off the shelves, one at a time, as they were very
dusty indeed. I got a soft brush and brushed their wigs, also their
clothes. They looked much smarter. After cleaning the five shelves I
decided to take a break, so going downstairs I made a lovely cup of tea
in my grand-daughter’s tea cup. I really had a nice break.
I looked out of the window but it was still raining.