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yourself.”
    “It was nothing,” Debbie answered feeling embarrassed and looking daggers at Kevin.” Kevin laughed and got up to go.
    “See you tomorrow,” He said leaving Debbie to say goodbye and follow him out of the ward.
    That evening Debbie sat down to do some serious thinking. She had a few ideas and wanted to see how they looked on paper. First of all, she would make a couple of sample cakes and photograph them so that she could add them to some kind of leaflet which would advertise the sort of service she hoped to give. She was pretty well equipped in the kitchen but if she intended to do private dinner parties, she may have to take on extra help or even buy in extra dishes, etc. She had no intention of starting anything too big that she wasn’t able to handle on her own. She could make some posters and put one in the village shop and the post office. An advertisement in the local paper would help to get her known. She was sure her activities wouldn’t interfere with her duties at the farm. At least, when Greg got out of hospital, Trigger could go back to his own home.
    Debbie busied herself for the next couple of hours transferring her ideas on to her laptop. As soon as she had made the sample Christmas cakes, she would take photographs from her mobile and stick them onto the advert with the prices of what she intended to charge for her mobile dinner service. When Debbie eventually closed down the laptop and sat back, she felt relatively more relaxed and more cheerful about the future. Smiling to herself she thought of the interview with Mr Pickering. She was about to show him just what he had missed by not employing her. Things could work out. It was a challenge. Although she could never forget Mike, Maybe the loneliness she felt wouldn’t be so bad as long as she kept busy.

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    Debbie kept busy for the next few days putting her plans into operation. She drew up some very eye-catching posters, made three sample Christmas cakes of various sizes, took photographs of them with her mobile phone and scanned them into her computer to add to her poster. She also drew up her price lists in addition to checking all the cooking utensils she would be needing. A few items of equipment needed to be replaced without causing too much extra expense. As she looked over her efforts she congratulated herself on a job well done and ran some posters off to place where they could be easily noticed. As she sat enjoying a well-earned cup of coffee Trigger came trotting up to her with his ball in his mouth. “Okay Trigger. I get the message. You would like to go for a walk.
    It was a lovely bright day. Although the sun was out there wasn’t much warmth in it but as long as you dressed up warm, a nice brisk walk was just the thing after being stuck in the house. First of all she would call in the village shop and put her poster up. The photo of the well decorated different sizes of cakes on it looked really good and Debbie hoped might attract someone’s interest. Selecting one of Trigger’s toys she set out.
    Mrs Harrison at the shop was delighted with Debbie’s poster. “oh,… they look beautiful,” she enthused examining the posters closely, “You are sure to get a lot of work from that, especially so near Christmas. “And another thing,” she said “Lots of people will want a little dinner party this time of year.”
    “Let’s hope so we’ll have to wait and see,” Debbie answered.
    “I bet the W.I. would be interested to hear about all your experiences cooking all those posh dinners for the landed gentry especially if one of your customers turns out to be a celebrity. As soon as you got a few under your belt, you could come back and give us a good talk on dinner parties, my duck. The ladies would love that and it is so hard to find speakers these days. You are sure to meet lots of interesting people,” Mrs Harrison suggested warming to the idea.
    “Well, I’ll keep it in mind,” Debbie laughed.