When Hazel Loman reached her front gate, she stopped and pulled the bobble out of her hair. She still felt tired and couldn’t get the smells of meat and dairy out of her nose, but just being able to shake her wavy, strawberry blonde hair loose made her feel that bit better. When she put the key in her front door and turned, the door was pulled open from inside. She yelped, before clamping a hand over her mouth. “Hazel.” Her father stood at the door, chuckling. “Sorry if I startled you.” She felt her cheeks burning as she stepped inside. “Hi dad. Yeah, no worries.” “How was work?” “It was work.” She said with a shrug.