Devil’s fork
Mar 16, 2021
2 minutes
Words: Beth King
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I froze in horror, staring at the edge of the bath.
‘What the..?’ I gasped.
What looked like a three-pronged pitchfork had been painted on the bath – with my Tresemme shampoo!
But looking around, I could see that the shampoo was nowhere near the bath and the cap was firmly on. There was no way it could have dribbled down
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