A Nice Day Out
WHEN she heard the cheer go up, Maisie squeezed herself through the crowd, nearer to the metal barrier, and leaned over to see who was getting out of the long black limousine this time.
She’d queued since the early hours of the morning to make sure she got a place at the front, and had brought her fold-up deckchair so she'd be able to rest her legs while she waited.
She’d packed carefully for the day: a flask full of strong, hot coffee. Not only would that keep her warm, but she hoped that the caffeine would keep her awake. She’d hate to be caught having a quiet nap, let alone snoring, when the celebrities arrived. She’d packed sandwiches too: potted beef on white bread-cakes and plastic-looking wafer-thin ham that you could
