‘Hello dear’ I said ‘I’ll have my usual, but no peach melbas.’
‘No peach melbas.’ repeated Agatha in a startled tone
‘No peach melbas.’
‘What’s wrong, you always have peach melbas. You like to have them in in case the vicar calls round.’
‘I’ve had it with peach melbas, they are nothing but trouble.’
‘How can a peach melba be trouble?’
‘They just are.’
‘Go on … have a couple.’
‘Go on … we have just got some in, they are dead fresh.’
‘Go on … I've got all these to shift ... I mean ... you know you like them.'
'What do you mean you have just got some in and they are fresh? I thought they were fresh every week, you told me you made them fresh especially for me.'
'Did I? oh err yes I did didn't I that's what I charge you the extra 20p for.
'I don't know, the Bake off is on again soon so I might start making my own.'
Agatha turned to the kitchen door and shouted 'Margaret we could be losing one here get the sly cakes out.'
'Look' said Agatha as she leaned over the counter and lowered her voice. 'why don't you take two peach melbas and I can let you have a pack of four sly cakes and I will just charge you the normal price for the lot. I can't say fairer than that.' offered Agatha giving a shrug of her shoulders
'Ok well go on then.' I replied
I think I got a bargain there.