AngEla ate her salad of rocket and mache, cucumber, tomatoes and pine nuts with French dressing and then pondered what to do about her cache of jewellery. She wondered if hiding it in the narrow gauge railway carriage (now used as a shed in her garden) would be safe. Then the post came including a flier for a special offer on deposit boxes with a special code just for her to use. "Should I", she considered, "No I'll waive my right to that". Then she settled on her plan. In the dead of night she crept into the field of maize behind the house, dug a deep hole and buried her jewellery there.
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