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"This is my spot" Ton was telling the media scrum "I have this big desk to sit behind and mutter lots, Piney will come to me for al sorts of problems and I will stomp about telling people they are not doing it right, then call Piney to fix it. My name will be… Boris. No. Mark. No. I don't know. I don't like anything yet … you know … it has to be a good name. For a Mayor!"
"Maybe you get suggestions and the ones you like go in a hat. The winner who chose the name pulled out gets a cameo or something?" Imp interrupted and Ton pointed at him as he nodded.
Right then … Anyone with an idea … into that box over there the cupcakes came on. I will go through them, pick some and do a draw. Yeah. Why not … you can be in the pilot movie, right Walty?"
"I don't' see why not" Walter nodded "The local paper reporter or something?"
People were soon energised.
Then Ton rang the little brass bell, kids again appearing as he led everyone to a room with tables and chairs. Like a proper little café complete with matching cups and saucers. "This is the Munching Room. Food in the cabinets and such, cake over here. Help yourself to whatever you want … the tea and coffee urns are clearly marked but do not scold yourself, they are hot. Don't' feed the dogs either … scummer pirates."
Ton's concern was sweet, Imp and Monkey sweet as they walked around offering wet towels for people to wash their hands sweet too. Monkey pushed the cart the used towels were to go into, Imp asking politely as Ben, Pen and Maisey offered trays of towels.
LB was sweet with Hawk, offering dry ones for after drying after washing. When Bethy entered with the pushchair full of babies and the place went into overdrove as Walter sat back and glanced at his Tad.
"So? What do you think?"
"Everyone is positive, no grumbling, no negative comments. All good. The boys are listening and so far thenonly comment bad was that they didn't' get to see the entire family together for a photo op. I think you and Curty with the kids would really be the deal for them."
Walter nodded then called his kids over, Curtis realising at once and racing over as well, his grin wide as he out a possessive arm around Walter, his other hand resting on Maisey as Walter lifted Grace to his hip, both boys standing in front with Maisey and looks of innocence.
Everyone got their photos as the background was the outdoors and the mountain … a distant blip clearly Tom bloody cruise still climbing around … the twat.
A successful day.
