The door opened to reveal a man dressed in a dinner suit and small white pinny. He was carrying a tray of steaming white toast, no crusts, with a thin layer of strawberry jam, just how she liked it. "what on earth are you laughing at Miss James?" "Oh Martin" exclaimed Annie, "do you not just love those moments when you sit back and reflect upon your life" Confused, the butler replied "How very profound" and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Leaping out of bed, Annie opened her curtains and stared down at the street below. Being on the third floor, her view of London was fairly good. She could see the taller landmarks at a distance, but for anything smaller than a hundred storeys she would have to get a taxi. "I guess that's why I will be doing today then, Hamleys, I could do with a new outfit for Arabella" decided Annie, looking across the room at her scale model Victorian dolls house where a female character was flopped over the kitchen table. "and some new wires for her back too.."
