‘What’s with all the Old English, Stel?’ Rafe wants to know. I sigh. ‘Liz Truss did a reading at the Queen’s funeral,’ Stella tells him. He frowns at her mention of our most flash-in-the-pan Prime Minister ever. ‘Yeah. And?’ ‘And when she read it, she said eth at the end of every word.’ Understanding dawns on Rafe and Belle’s faces. ‘Ahh,’ they say in unison. Rafe and I exchange another look. This one’s a kids are so fucking weird look.
