There Edna stood now, broad and muscly, with her curly grey hair and her flattened nose, ready to make sure every child ate up. With a tattoo of a sailor on her thigh (although this was only a rumour), and her terrible language, Edna was like a grumpy pirate. Her temper lay like a sleepy dragon inside her, a temper that was fierce and fiery if woken up.

Edna the cook - illustration