Toto was having the best dream of her life (featuring an enormous pepperoni pizza, a bucket of cheesy pasta and, to finish, her furry face buried in a massive tiramisu), when she found herself rudely transported back to a cold London night.
CRASH, BANG and, while we’re at it, WALLOP doesn’t even come close to the terrible noise that disturbed the silence on the otherwise sleepy street. It was the kind of night where you and I would be tucked up in bed with an extra blanket and a hot-water bottle.
I had random.org select a page for me today and it selected page 136.
Is she really doing this? Is she really so desperate that she’ll take orders from a devil?
It turns out that yes, yes she is. Scrunching up her face as much as she can, Pia goes ‘Choo!’ in a high squeaky voice. It doesn’t sound particularly convincing. Sneezing feels like tears or laughter: something that requires real talent to fake. Yet the effect on Urette is as instant as the words ‘Narnia’ and ‘Wardrobe’.