"Don't flap, Toots," the actress laughed. "I've come to offer you a far better proposal. You wanna get rich?"
Nerve nodded, not sure where this was going. The actress? She was in the House of Lords now, wasn't she?
The Lady said: "Let's get out of the cold, and enjoy Afternoon Tea with my mother. You game for a piece of cake?"
"Your mother - " Nerve babbled, completely thrown. "You mean - "
"Mrs Tuttle!" the actress boomed. "Pick up that dog, for pity's sake, and invite us in. We're freezing!"
Ten minutes later the three ladies were sitting in front of a roaring log fire, waiting for Mrs Tuttle to boil the kettle.
An open fire? Nerve wondered. How does the old lady get away with it? Isn't this a Smoke Free Zone?
Mrs T brought in a large plate containing a carefully presented cake. S
