"Afternoon." says Elsie peering at me over the top of her bifocals "Have you some happy news for us or are we in fancy dress?"
My expression shows that I don't have a clue what she is talking about
"The smock! The smock! Have you something to share?" she pats me on the tummy
I suddenly realise that Elsie thinks I'm pregnant. "God no! It's not maternity... It's just a dress..."
Elsie is not embarrased by her mistake. "You're just like our Karen. She never got her figure back after her second either. Nevermind."
I wait until she is back on the till downstairs before helping myself to one of the shortbread fingers that Margaret brought us back from her holiday in Lindesfarne.
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