More Eavesdrops from Saffron Walden

'If you wear anything you have to be asked about, don't.'

'Lots of big posh cars in the square today, occupants going up to the church. Somebody of self-importance must be dead.'

'He's one of that family that only look ginger from the front.'

'None of us on the till thought it was possible to override the takeaway drinks machine and do an oat milk hot chocolate. But Little Mary went on a mission. Sally and Big Mary were looking on, to see how Little Mary managed it. I stayed out of the way - didn't want any part, sorry. Took ever so long. Janice buttered at least three crusty rolls in the meantime. When she handed the drink over Little Mary asked the customer if it was okay, being a bit of a freak beverage, and he said it wasn't as hot as it could be, but that meant it wouldn't over-melt the marshmallow on his Easter Bunny biscuit, would it? Mary said, "All's well that ends well, then". But I could feel my own mind being stuck in resistance.'

'Can your brother still find food in some hotels? Is he still inspecting all the international schools and saying he isn't? I remember, he said you can look enthusiastic in many foreign languages - even German.'

'She's not working. She's a teaching assistant, but she inherited money. She takes very badly behaved kids swimming. She's very good online.'

'I thought my lowest stomach machinations must be because I'd eaten pulses. Then I remembered, I hadn’t. And I thought, "Oh!"'

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