“Can you imagine? Lost your blooms there love. What d’yer want with a couple of bundles of sticks?”
“Tell him. He won’t ask again that’s for sure.”
“Give us a piggy back Cas.”
“No way, you might decide to use them as a goad. I can just hear you. Faster, faster.”
I made my decision. I’m going for the bus. I bet no one is any the wiser.”
“Got a bit of ribbon?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“Tie some around the handles and they will look like decorative pieces.”
That is precisely what I did.
I knew straight away, as soon as Saskia opened the door that all was not as I expected. There was that background thrum of people’s voices. I stalled. “What’s going on?” I asked uncertain.
“Come and meet some like-minded friends,” she invited. “You had your name put on Baz’s list. He adds a brief description an
