Snow Angels, Secrets And Christmas Cake - Plot & Excerpts
I really had no idea how we were going to meet it, but I knew we had to. We decided to work late into the evening and make a good start, but by midnight I was exhausted. We’d barely made a dent and I also had an oven full of cakes to take out for the morning. Tamsin seemed to have found her second wind and had gone from very low to very high, and urged on by her selling success that day was now making future plans. ‘Anyway Sam... now all our van worries are over, I’ve been thinking.’ ‘Oh,’ I said, leaning on the oven for support. I had never been so tired – I wondered if I was coming down with something. I’d only just got over a bad dose of flu and all the stress was probably bringing it on again... Mrs J had said bad things would come to us in threes. First it was Tamsin, then the van, next it would be me, ill in bed and unable to bake. ‘Next weekend is the last weekend before Christmas,’ Tamsin was saying from behind a huge bag of flour.
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