Mabel opened the door. Nobody. Again. She sighed and then spotted a round box with posh writing. ‘Happy 80th birthday, Mabel.’
She heard applause. Her neighbours were clapping.
Emily, who lived opposite, brandished a huge teapot. ‘We’re over in five minutes, Mabel. Couldn’t let you have your special birthday alone now, could we? It’s a chocolate cake. Is that okay?’
Mabel, blinking back tears, gave a big thumbs up. Her neighbours cheered.