Secrets of Broadmead Grange 9. Secrets of Broadmead Grange When Sarah woke next morning and peered out of her bedroom window she could see it had snowed all night again: her Rav-4 was buried under a huge drift. Taking another day off wasn’t an option — she knew she had to get in to work. The downside of running your own business, she thought. Leaving the kids in bed, she grabbed a quick coffee, then put her head down against the blizzard and trudged up through the estate and into the village square. The centre of Cherringham was silent and empty. The few cars that had been left in the car park were almost hidden in snowdrifts. When she got to her office door, it was a relief to find her assistant Grace just ahead of her, with two coffees and a couple of croissants from the local café. “You’re joking,” said Sarah. “Huffington’s is open, in this?” “Place has never closed,” said Grace. “At least — not in my lifetime!” After they’d caught up with each other’s news, Sarah got stuck into some revised copy and images for the upcoming Walk for Mental Illness brochures.
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