The various blocks of the works, swathed in camouflage, loomed around them in the grey morning. ‘Can’t say I’m ever up to singing at this time of day.’ Edie looked round. ‘Singing? I never was!’ ‘Oh yes, you were! Humming, anyhow.’ ‘Was I? I never even knew I was doing it!’ ‘Well, someone’s put a smile on your face, haven’t they?’ the girl said cheekily, and one of the others joined in as they went in to collect their overalls. ‘Go on, tell us, Ginger! Who is ’e? Bit of a Christmas cracker then?’ Enjoying herself, Edie raised her eyebrows and gave them an enigmatic smile. ‘What you don’t know can’t hurt you, can it?’ The others ‘ooohed’ in response. ‘Daft pair,’ Edie laughed and went to her workroom to begin the day. But it was true, there was a song in her heart. It was two days before Christmas and this month had been the happiest she could remember in a very long time. Today she felt especially fresh after a good night’s sleep unbroken by the air-raid sirens, but she had been up very early when David woke, giving him his morning feed and changing and dressing him.
