Victuals

'Martha!' I called, 'Martha'

She suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs and stuck her head round my door,

'What?' she said,

'Fing would like a fish finger sandwich for breackfast', I advised.

'Fing has been in my room and been to toilet on all my clothes and tried to cover it up with a shoe box' said Marth.

'Dirty Boys don't get fish finger sandwiches', she advised.

'Oh', I said.

Fing calmly watched the open doorway until the sound of Marthas footsteps had reached the groundfloor.

'Possession in 9 tenths of the law' he advised, and went downstairs to see if Trotter fancied a trip to the gym.