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Generators
Never one to sleep late due to getting the teahouse ready for opening, Emily bounced out of bed—with only a moderate wine hangover—at just after six o’clock. With coffee in hand she set about moving her illuminations to the sides of the garden for the council workmen to get at the lawn. She refused to take them down completely as Nathan had requested, because part of her didn’t expect the council to actually show up.
With the job done, a second coffee drunk and some cornflakes eaten, Emily headed across the road to the shop.
Peter was just opening up, carrying signs and a rack of newspapers outside. Emily greeted him and he gave her a warm if slightly reluctant smile.
‘I brought you something,’ she said, holding out a Tupperware box.
‘What’s this?’
‘Eccles cakes.’
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