A brief excerpt from my upcoming third novel:
Then she turned to yell at her family:
“Remember, we’re here to dine, not stuff our faces!”
And with that, she finally sat down.
“More iced tea, dear.”
She bounced right back up off her chair having barely touched it, banging on the table with her palm.
“Of course godammit, God forbid I sit down for two seconds! God. For. Bid!”
Aaaaaaand today being the BBC's 100th birfday I just sat down to watch one of it's greatest moments, when something good finally broke for the Trotters, and I was laughed at how much this scene reminds me of my mother saying that.
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