Prompt: “No’, he said, “I don’t like Marmite”.
I got out of bed, yawning and stretching. I slowly forced myself to get dressed and walked downstairs to see my mother and brother sitting at the kitchen bench. ‘Good morning’, I murmured and then I sat down beside them.
The toast popped up and Mother grabbed it. She started to spread it with Marmite, as she did every school morning. She handed me my plate and then gave my brother’s to him. “No’, he said, “I don’t like Marmite”. Mother looked surprised, “Since when?”. I rolled my eyes, popped my toast into my mouth and headed off to school.