Dora stood in the doorway, she could see the ketchup top heading in an arc towards her, but both her hands were holing a letter and envelope and she could do nothing except wait for it to hit her.... Which it did, leaving a smart round ring of ketchup on the front of her pink jumper. "Blimey" said Sluggs, "You're late for breakfast girl." Dora looked crestfallen, "I know," she said, "I've hardly slept a wink.... It's this letter, I've had some very, very bad news."