You’ve ALL dunnit

Miriam rose from her perch on the arm of the sofa, and walked towards the front door, her movements robotic, and her breathing rapid. Every eye was on her, and every footstep seemed to land unnaturally loudly; the sound of her slippered feet heightening the tension in the room as she neared the door.

OOPS, they dunnit again

The little blue-painted door slammed in its frame for the second time in as many minutes, causing Mrs McAlister to wince at the rattle of roundy-glass windows and the stun of silence which followed. She “tsk”ed under her breath, rolled her eyes, and strapped on her apron – this was a Situation with a capital…