I don't know what she's said to you but I would ignore it. What I will say Patty is this, your daughter is a snitch. She threw a load of egg sandwiches at me yesterday and then had a go at me for not holding them! I didn't even know that I should have been holding them as she grabbed them out of the box in the first place. I said to your eldest that it was all her fault and from that he gathered that I had said that not only were they ones that you had made but that I'd also said your sandwiches were shit. He took them home and then apparantly you got the hump with me for saying your sandwiches were shit...and they weren't even your sandwiches...and I never said they were shit.
Today I find that everybody's butties had their names on due to the mix up...except mine. Mine didn't have a name on...mine were blank. Actually if I remember rightly they came in an old tramps vest with the words 'Arsehole' written in chalk on them and you probably wiped a little bit of dog poo on one side as well. All the while Alison had all this information and didn't say a thing. She's a right schemer. It was actually her who said your sandwiches were shit and after the egg incident she started throwing all the sandwiches and other foodstuffs all over the place. In fact Paul Gordon ended up with half a packet of cheese and onion crisps lodged under his armpit for 20 minutes and didn't realise. I also know for a fact that Finchy ended up driving home with bits of sausage roll in his underpants. Nobody deserves that kind of drive home Patty, nobody.
She's a wrong un alright, a wrong un.
By the way...lovely sandwiches.