The Spy Who Never Was

This story is dedicated to Henry  in New York City whose family generously supports us.  This is Richard, and I’m here with a brand new story about Jeremy, Jemima, and their Wicked Uncle Jeff.   One Friday night, Dad went out to the Cornershop to buy popcorn chocolate-coated-peanuts, and fizzy drinks. When he got back, the family settled down to watch a movie. Even since Dad had converted the back room into a TV den, it had become their favourite spot to spend the evening. He had set it up with two cosy sofas, low lights, and a huge flat screen. As Dad pointed out watching a home movie could be almost as exciting as going to the cinema, and it was a lot cheaper.