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of the kitchen to sing her lines and I would have been safely hidden in the kitchen taking the role of a subtle, backing singer. Gosh, I hadn’t noticed how tall he is; even though I’m fairly tall, he towers over me. Finding his height attractive, I am again annoyed with myself for fancying him.
    “Hi, erm ... we’re just getting ready for customers,” I reply glancing at my watch. We are not open yet, but Kate frequently leaves the latch off the door once she arrives, and now I hate her for that. “Can I help you?”
    “Well you already have. It’s not often you get to see an attractive naked lady attempting ballet at 6.00 in the morning whilst walking your dog. Then this to be followed by a personal dance and song show, although I do have to say, you need to work on that top note a little. Actually, the ballet could do with some work as well if I’m being honest,” he says, again with that amused look in his eyes. “Anyway, my purpose for visiting your lovely cafe, is to see if you cater externally for groups of up to fifty people–buffets I mean ... erm not the stripping or singing.”
    At this point my mind is not able to comprehend a word that he says as I realise he saw the ballet. Luckily Kate arrives to my rescue – about time! “Yes we can organise that; I have some sample menus you can take if you’d like and do call us if there are any questions because we can be very flexible,” announces Kate with her usual vigour and care free persona.
    “Yes I’ve seen how flexible Lizzie can be! Thanks for the menus and the entertainment, I may well pop in for a scone some time, if this is the sort of merriment you get whilst you nibble,” he says bemusedly as he walks out of the door. I can’t help but admire his rear as he departs, and then chastise myself quickly as he glances back and catches me staring at it.
    Eventually when my speech returns, I notice Kate bent double in hysterics, which only increases further when I tell her that not only has he witnessed my poor singing and dancing, but he was the same man who saw me starkers and hairy in the woods this morning. And the ballet – he saw that too – it’s cringe worthy!
    “Oh poor you Lizzie, but at least things can’t get any worse and if he ever fancies you after that singing, then you’ll know it’s true love. Why on earth were you doing ballet?”
    “Just don’t ask – I can’t even think about it!” I was about to bite back with the argument that I don’t care if he ever fancies me, but Kate knows the phrase, the lady doth protest too much, so I keep shut. The thing is, I do find him attractive, but at the same time his over-confident attitude grates at me. The fact that I turn into a bumbling wreck when I see him, due to his over powering aura, means that I can’t say I like him. But he does have a perfect rear!
    Note to self
Make sure the cafe door is always locked until opening.
Find a better dancing partner than a mop.
Still need to trim bodily hair, before it gets down to my knees.

Chapter 4
What is happiness?
    After a busy Sunday in The Tea Cosy, Kate and I close the door and relax with a flop onto one of our squashy sofas. Sunday is one of our busiest days and to us the end of our working week since we do not open on Mondays. We use this opportunity to enjoy eating up left over cakes whilst we sip hot, steaming tea. Chatting about the village gossip and discussing the menus and upcoming events, with our tired feet propped up, I sigh and sink into what is my favourite times of the week. You may be thinking, what possible events could we need to discuss for a small cafe, but we do cater externally on a small scale and are introducing Craft and Cake nights as well as our reading night. The interest in Kate’s crafts has grown so much so that we decided to start this once a month. People come and Kate teaches them various craft elements, such as knitting or sewing for a small fee and I make refreshments.
    “Well you’re