ABSTRACT
‘At last’, thought Amber, slamming it shut. ‘Come on, Toby’, she called. ‘What are you doing now, you promised you’d help.’ Eventually a sleepy-looking Toby emerged, pulling on a fleece and eating a piece of toast at the same time. ‘Is it all day?’, he mumbled. ‘Why have we got to go so early?’, grumbled Toby, shedding crumbs everywhere. ‘We need to get a good place, where we can be seen, as near the entrance as possible’, explained Amber. This time, they were lucky. There was a gap between a white van and a Land Rover. Toby put the table up and together they set everything out. They had just about finished when people started to arrive. The next couple of hours were busy and Toby began to enjoy himself. ‘You drive a hard bargain, son’, commented a middle-aged man in a flat cap. By 11 o’clock there were only a handful of things left. Amber was busy counting, looking pleased with herself. ‘Brilliant!’, she announced. ‘Dinner at Antonio’s tonight for you and me!’
