Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I did something I regret yesterday. I was a bit over-stern with a lad in our village (let’s call him Marc) It concerned manners on which I’m rather heavy-handed. Trouble is, this guy, looking like most other sixteen year olds, has a mental age of about seven.

He’d turned up at our door asking me to mend a laptop for him. While being flattered that he thought I might be able to do it, my heart sank because Marc is a prime target for the other lads who offload their junk on him either as “generous gifts” or in the worst case, selling them to him. Also, if he asks for something he then comes back several times to see if you’ve finished it. He’s only a little boy, you see, despite being taller than me and that is hard to remember sometimes.
I took the laptop off him and…