Miranda's Big Mistake
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Despite years of practice, she’d never mastered the art of biting a Cadbury’s Flake without crumbly bits falling down her front.
‘Exciting things will happen,’ Orla said soothingly. ‘And if they don’t, we’ll jolly well make them happen.’
‘Gosh.’
‘All you have to do is report back to me once a week.’
There was no denying it; this was easy money. Easy peasy.
‘And tell you everything?’ asked Millie.
‘Everything.’
‘Do I have to be called Gertrude?’
Orla patted her arm.
‘Darling, we can call you anything you like.’
‘Oh well, in that case,’ Millie brightened, ‘could you also make me look like Lily Munster?’
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Jill Mansell lives with her partner and children in Bristol, and writes full time. Actually, that’s not true; she watches TV, eats gum drops, admires the rugby players training in the sports field behind her house, and spends hours on the internet marveling at how many other writers have blogs. Only when she’s completely run out of ways to procrastinate does she write.