Horrid Henry meets the queen [antikvár]

1 \iOKR{\> HEHRYS CHORES The weekend! The lovely, lovely weekend. Sleeping in. Breakfast in his pyjamas. Morning TV. Afternoon TV. Evening TV No school and no Miss Battle-Axe for two whole days. In fact, there was only one bad thing about the weekend. Henry didn't even want to think about it. Maybe Mum would forget, he thought hopefully. Maybe today would be the day she didn't burst in and ruin everything. Horrid Henry settled down in the comfy black chair and switched on his new favourite TV show, Hog House, where teenagers competed to see whose room