"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I know it's worse than a Blue Peter Presenter nose down on a mirror isn't it?"
Asked how long.
"Forever really. I just don't really like homemade."
Sue looked at her. Exhaled with wide eyes. "Ok. We can get through this." She reached out a hand. "I'll draft a letter. Resignation I think is the only option?"
Mel nodded. Her fringe flopping as she did. Hung her head trying to resist a stray bit of icing on her top.
"Mr Kipling's Angel Slices though! Fucksake."
"I know. I really am sorry Sue."