“Kenny Linch is getting a Play Station 5 for Christmas.” I mentioned to my mother over breakfast one morning.
“Lucky boy.” my mother replied. “I hope his parents can afford one. They're still not cheap.”
“I know.” I replied. “The FIFA game is like sixty-five quid!”
“Hmm.” Mum replied as she buttered her toast. “Remember what we talked about before your birthday?” she said. “I don't want you getting your hopes up this year.”
“No.” I replied, glaring glumly for a moment into my cereal bowl.
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A few days later. It's break time at school and me and a couple of friends are sheltering in a doorway, keeping out of the icy biting wind. Robert said he was hoping to get a gravel bike for Christmas and Peter said he'd got a CX bike for his birthday. “I'd like a PS5 but my folks can't afford one.” he added.
“Kenny Linch said he's getting one.” I commented.
“I'm surprised he hasn't already got one. His Dad's loaded!” Robert claimed.
“So what you getting for Christmas?” Peter asked me.
“Petticoated.” I bluntly replied. His eyes widened and Robert's jaw dropped.
