It’s Monday when Yves sets us the weekly MLMM wordle challenge.
It was always a contest between her and Jimmie Jones who lived in the property over the back fence. He was a forward young lad of 10 to her 6, always teasing her to the edge of madness, and she so wanted to topple him off his self possessed perch hopefully into a pile of embarrassment.
‘Just pinch your nose, lick your lips, and blow’, her brother said.
How hard could it be Sadie thought doing just that.
Her little face was crestfallen when it didn’t come, but Mike had a plan and handed her a tiny set of silver bells.
‘If all else fails, we’ll cheat’, he said with a grin. ‘Just rattle these as a tocsin when it’s your turn and pucker, then I’ll whistle for you!’
‘You’re the best bruv ever!’ she exclaimed throwing her arms round him.