Chapter Seventeen
Stiletto Heels and Beryl
A courgette is just a small marrow, but much tastier
The Bag Lady talked about courgettes and watched us drink while she helped herself to the toffees and even ate my meringue, and then, when she saw the school children outside, she left and went back to her spot.
According to Sheryl people were more than talking about the Bag Lady; some were even starting to write into the paper with the occasional complaint about her filthy blanket and more. I had no idea and I didn’t even care, she smiled so easily and jigged when excited. How anyone can make a complaint is beyond me; there are worse things a person can do than make up their own words to songs and smell too much.
The Bag Lady, sucking on a Fisherman’s Friend, plonked herself onto her blank
