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“Awesome news about the turmeric,” muttered Finnley.

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

“What!!?” Finnley rolled her eyes sighed noisily. “I happen to like turmeric. And after all, it was MY idea.”

“And a great idea it was too,” said Liz.

“The turmeric has sprouted!” Liz beamed at the slender green shoots. “Finnley, where are you, come and look!”

“Looks like the snails have been eating it,” remarked Felicity.

Liz swung round at the sound of her voice, frowning. “You again! Get off my thread, damn you!”

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Liz adjusted her reclining chair and lit another cigarette. Idly, she contemplated getting up to make another cup of tea, but was not thus far compelled to take the necessary action. There were advantages and disadvantages to locking the others in the cellar to work on her anthology. She had to make her own tea, it was true, but the unaccustomed peace was worth it ~ so far, anyway. Glancing out of the window, she noticed the lawns were in need of mowing and the herbaceous borders needed dead heading, but it was still green and pretty, if a trifle unkempt, and the birds still sang in the branches of the plum tree. “Blubbit, blubbit, blubbit,” they seemed to be calling, with the occasional “peakle!” shreik.

“Can’t get the staff to stick around and mow the grass these days,” the thought popped into her head, which reminded her of something else, something a wise man had once said about certain types of gardeners. “Great at planting the seeds, not so reliable about finishing the weeding, though.”

A loud rumble like approaching thunder roused Liz from her thoughtful reverie. She was hungry. “I wonder if Finnley had the decency to leave some Peasland soup in the freezer?”

“Godfrey, isn’t the new platform ready yet? I don’t know why you’re butting your nose in here, when you have work to do! Finnley, perhaps while I soak in the bath you’d be kind enough to explain to me what is going on.”

“I think I’ll give that a miss, thanks, and let you bathe on your own,” replied the cleaner, aghast at the idea.

Funley sniffed loudly as she unhurriedly emptied the trash can in Ed Steam’s office, pausing to read any interesting correspondence which may have wound up there. Looking over towards Ed and finding that his attention was still fixed on the computer monitor, she followed her sniff up with a small snort and then a throat clearing noise. When her sniffs and snorts didn’t capture Ed’s attention, she proceeded to blow her nose explosively.

This did the trick. Ed jumped and looked at Funley in alarm.

“Whatever is the matter, Funley? Are you ill?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you,” apologised Finnley, pulling up a chair in front of Ed’s desk and seating herself comfortably on it.

“Actually, if you are not too busy, there is a small problem I’ve been wanting to speak with you about. I promised I would untangle the threads for you however the entanglement situation is worse than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. Or nightmares for that matter. I don’t know who has been doing the record keeping — although I would hazard a guess at Evangeline — but the cross referencing, where it exists, is appalling and … “

A tap on the door and the new employee, Duncan Minestrone, popped his head into the office. “You wanted to see me, Mr Steam?” he asked.

Funley glanced towards the door in exasperation at the interruption and then her expression changed to one of horror.

“Jasper Grok!” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“Just sniff it in!” said Finnley as she rolled her eyes expertly.

Finnley froze as Liz flung her arms around her. Thankfully she was not normally this demonstrative and it was frankly alarming to be in such close proximity.

“You’re an angel to keep reminding me, Finnley. But what am I supposed to DO with the turmeric?”

“Turmeric,” said Finnley succinctly, with a meaningful nod in the direction of the kitchen. “Your creaking is doing my head in.”

It was with undisguised delight that Liz realized that Finnley wasn’t right after all. A glimmer of hope had whistled in with the wind, stirring the dust laden cobwebs festooned across the threads. The clouds parted, sending shafts of sunlight to spear the dark recesses, illuminating the aimless floating of dust motes and dislodged detritus.

Godfrey stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and called for Finnley.

“Did you have to make such a scene!” Yannosh hissed into the phone. “You were noticed!”

The Indian butler looked furtively over his shoulder, but there was no sign of Mr Asparagus leaving the hotel bar yet.

“Yes, yes, I know they’re calling it a dust devil but….”

Hearing someone approaching Yannosh quickly pocketed the phone, but it was only the chambermaid, Finnbjörg.

“Góðan dag herra, er allt í lagi?” she asked politely, and then added, ““क्या सब ठीक है? मैंने सुना है कि आप धूल शैतान का उल्लेख?”

Yannosh was taken aback. How many languages did this island bumpkin speak?

With some reluctance, Liz was forced to admit that Finnley was right.

“Doubt it is headed anywhere,” snorted Finnley.

“Hasn’t Finnley woken up yet?” inquired Liz politely, but nobody heard her. They were all asleep. “Bloody time zone renegades.” She looked around the room at the snoring dribbling disheveled team. A plan to rouse them started forming in her mind.

“You rang, madam?” asked the butler, adjusting his oversized blue turban.

“Ah, Lazuli! How are you settling in?” asked Liz.

“I’ve only just been written into this thread, madam, moments ago. Do I have to call you madam?”

“Only when you want to be rude, according to Finnley,” Liz said, glancing fondly at the unconscious cleaner.

“This thread appears to be going nowhere, madam,” Lazuli remarked thoughtfully.

“I can write Fanella into it if you like,” Liz quickly tried to entice him to stay.

Lazuli Galore’s eyes lit up. “Did somebody mention something about sexing the story up a bit?” he asked hopefully. “We’d be the perfect characters for that.”

“Well, if its ok with Finnley, it’s ok with me. If you can wake her, we can ask her now.”