Not the Sharpest Knife in the Drawer Part 2
Not the Sharpest Knife in the Drawer by Vanessa Evans Part 2 I was just finishing the ironing when Tom arrived. “Come on Sarah, put some clothes on we’re going to the doctors.” “Oh, yeah, what shall I wear, did you get me some new clothes?” “No Sarah, you’ll have to put some of your old clothes on.” “What?” “I don’t know, a dress and sandals or whatever you want.” I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed an old summer dress that I hadn’t worn since last summer. It’s knee length and has a full top, sleeves as well. Mum called it a summer dress but it would keep me warm in the middle of winter. Not bothering with a bra or knickers I pulled it on, zipped it up and ran downstairs with …