The Writer Has To Force Himself To

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It.

Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right.

Grown Ups Are Complicated Creatures, Full Of Quirks And Secrets.

The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And Peach Juice Was Dripping From The Ceiling. James Opened His Mouth And Caught Some Of It On His Tongue. It Tasted Delicious.

Here It Is,' Nigel Said. Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs Ffi, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs Lty. That Spells Difficulty.' How Perfectly Ridiculous!' Snorted Miss Trunchbull. 'why Are All These Women Married?