THE HIGH-HEELED ECO-WORRIER (ECO ROMANCE #2) BY DEBBIE BOURNE – eBook Details Online
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Old Spot & the Chip-Fat Travellers
‘So here we go once again Deb—the big clear out day for our second
project together!’ Nat links my arm as we walk up to the church
entrance. ‘Reminds me of the day we met at that big dig three years ago,
when we cleared out the derelict patch of land and went on to create our
wonderful communal garden. I remember you digging away in your posh
raincoat, holding an umbrella in the rain to stop your hair from going
frizzy.’
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@NTS: First—I can’t believe I’ve only known Nat for three years; three
years of being swept up in her life-changing, crazy exploits. Second, I don’t
have ‘frizzy’ hair, just well-defined curls.
‘I wonder if we will attract as big a crowd of volunteers today?’ Nat
grins. ‘We had at least fifty folk last time, led by Toby. Shame he buggered
off to Devon to start a permaculture farm. You were gutted when he left. Do
you ever hear from him?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Of course, I don’t hear from
him.’ I push the door open, and we walk into the church.
It’s empty inside. And hushed—except for a loud snoring coming from
the vestry. No crowd of volunteers here. It’s less of a community turn-out,
more like a community turn-off.
‘Oh well, Nat,’ I’m relieved, but trying to hide it, as I return to
fantasising about the delightful prospects of the couture department at
Selfridges, ‘not every plan can work. Tell you what, I’ll treat you to a nice
café macchiato at Starbucks.’
‘Starbucks, surely not.’ We turn round to see a little old lady in a raincoat
and patterned headscarf who has come tottering in. ‘I couldn’t possibly
work with a team who support tax avoiders.’ She introduces herself, ‘My
name is Margaret Lyntton. My sister—she lived in Cheltenham, you know
—just passed on. God rest her soul. She left me her treasured pet, Old
Spot.’
Old Spot? I watch as Margaret, who must be in her seventies, takes off
her raincoat to reveal what looks like an original 1950’s floral pinny.
‘She looks just like the late queen,’ Nat whispers, as she pokes me in the
ribs.
‘Me, I’ve lived in Kentish Town all my life,’ Margaret goes on. ‘I’ve only
got a small flat and there’s no room to keep Old Spot. But then I saw the
advert in the library for the big clear-out day for your Good Life community
project, and I thought I’d come and get involved. Old Spot is very good at
weeding, very sociable, and loves a tummy rub.’
I picture a cute little dog. I love dogs and have always felt slightly sad
that we have never had a pup at home. No, Deborah, I remind myself, stick
to visualising the Burberry fur bolero accessorised with a cute pom-pom hat
in the Selfridges winter coat department.
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