Chapter Three
Jan seemed interested to see the main sorting and packing floor, once I had explained to her that we made nothing ourselves just dispatched everything to everywhere. So it was that I led the way to dispatch. It was a huge space, a warehouse filled with rack upon rack of items, all destined to be shipped to different discount warehouses. She walked over to the first wall of baskets, there she looked at the cleaning cloths, then the kitchen utensils; she seemed interested by them, far more than by anything else. She half turned towards me holding out two of our largest wooden spoon range for me to see.
“These look useful!” she said smiling at me.
“Have them,” I replied, not understanding her interest but watching her and loving the smile of approval at my gift as it lit up h
