“You are to throw the flyers along with the newspapers on your paper round this morning Oliver. Every single house, do you understand?” Mr Footstool said sternly. He was one of those scary men that was bulgy and oh very tall and looks like he will crush you to bits. Well he was right there in front of me, well… over me really.
“Y…y…y…yes sir, u…u..um b…b…but it’s Sunday. I only do the paper round on Saturdays.” I said shakily. “Is that what they teach kids now?! Well our play is going to be spectacular and I say and that means that you have to do as I say! Go now!”