17
Preparations
‘Reheated chips all right for breakfast?’ Lucy called into the curtained area that was her parents’ bedroom. The only response was a change in the timbre of Alan’s snoring. ‘I’ll take that as a “yes” then.’
She made them both a cup of coffee and left the bag of chips next to the microwave, with a cheeky post-it note beside the start button with “press me” written on it. Then, leaving them to sleep, she headed up to the village with a newfound sense of enthusiasm.
It was not yet nine o’clock so most of the shops were still closed, but at the cricket ground she found Ellie, clipboard in hand, directing a large lorry as it awkwardly reversed in through the car park gates.
‘Good morning!’ Ellie greeted her. ‘How are your parents bearing up this morning? I imagine your dad’
