We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. âWe are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asdaâs website right now." His face froze.
âA-Asda?" he whispered. "But thatâs where⌠The Lower Classes shop.â
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. âToast," he said.
âToast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemealââ
âWarburtonâs thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.â
âYou WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?â
He frowned. âWho doesnât?â
âOkay," I said, "but what will the children eat?â
He gaped at me. âThe children? We have children?â
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the childrenâs lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. âYes," he agreed; "if we canât even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.â
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. âNuh-uh," I said. "Canât have ham. Iâm vegetarian.â
âYes, but weâre married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vegeââ
âOf course weâre married! Youâre devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?â
He shook his head, frowning. âWell I want ham. Youâll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.â
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. âOkay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have⌠Chicken nuggets and⌠Beans?â
âVegetarian nuggets then. And beans.â
âWe need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.â
âYou and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
âTheyâre your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. âI donât believe it - I donât believe you! I wouldnât have your children!â
âPlease," I cried, standing up also. "Donâtââ
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. âIâm sorry," I whispered, "but we couldnât do it any more. There were just too many differences - I canât live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.â
I canât wait to see this guy when he gets to university.
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