She was followed by Wilf, then her two assistants, who she was barking orders at over her shoulder, her blonde hair swishing madly. ‘Get Lorraine on the phone,’ she was saying. ‘She’ll bloody love this.’ Her face softened as she saw June, still on the floor but now with a cushion under her head, and with Lizzie by her side. ‘Oh heck,’ she said. ‘Are you okay?’ June managed a brave smile. ‘I’m hanging in there, pet,’ she said. ‘What happened?’ Portia asked. We all looked at June. ‘So silly,’ she said. ‘I must have covered the outside of the tin with butter when I greased the inside. It was slippery when I picked it up so I dropped it on to my foot.’ There was a pause as we all thought about what she’d said. ‘You think YOU covered the outside of the tin?’ said Wilf pointedly. ‘Deliberately?’ ‘No,’ said June. ‘Not deliberately. Why would I grease the outside of my tin? It’s the inside that needs greasing.’ ‘Exactly,’ said Wilf. Portia gave Wilf a sharp look.
