‘One hundred and twenty-one… one hundred and twenty-two… one hundred and twenty-three,’ said Mr Dear.
‘I’m off then, love,’ I said, popping my head around the kitchen door.
‘Sorry? I… D’oh! Now I’ve lost count’.
Mr Dear is counting sweets, and not just any old sweets. He is counting the purple ones from Quality Street – easily the best in the tin – for a Guess How Many Sweets Are In The Jar competition to raise money for the cricket club.
He is also in charge of Name
