“Go on then Trinder!!” he boomed shooting out a bit of spit as he spoke, which landed all over my face.
“Tell me really what’s going on???!!!”
“Ok, ok,” I said relenting… “my family have bought me a trip to New York next Christmas to see the parade… BUT” with sever punctuation…. “I have to be good, or mum said they’ll go without me and leave me Home Alone like Kevin Mccallister.”
It was at the that point, I saw something I’d never seen before… I saw Mr Rowbottom smile.