Mrs Williams sighed. It was nothing to do with her. The customers must simply slip out of the back way or something.
It was time for her to get on but her stomach rumbled. She simply must pop into that new baker’s right next door to the barber’s shop.
The new baker simply was the last word in freshly baked meat pies. She must ask them where they got their meat from as she’d never tasted anything like it before.