The Postcard: Escape to Cornwall with the perfect summer holiday read. Fern Britton

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СКАЧАТЬ about what her brother had said after they’d finished watching TV. She did need a job. She’d had plenty of them since getting her art degree from Swindon where she had trained to be an illustrator specializing in children’s books, but none of them had been as an illustrator. She’d been a chalet maid in Val d’Isere, a nanny in Ibiza, Holland and Scotland and a barmaid in countless pubs and bars in South London. Henry had taken pity on her and offered her a room in No 47, a house he’d bought from his best friend when he’d left to get married. Henry was working his way up in a firm of commercial surveyors but he was making it very clear that he couldn’t afford to have his sister as a non-rent paying guest for ever, even if she had brought her share of Granny’s furniture with her.

      She thumped her pillows into a more comfortable shape and sent a little prayer to her grandmother. ‘Granny, would you find me a nice job? Either someone who’d like me to illustrate a book or a publisher who wants to print Hedgerow Adventures? Please Granny. Night-night.’

      In the morning Ella felt refreshed and hopeful. The sun was shining and every rain cloud had vanished, leaving the sky periwinkle blue. She sang along to the radio as she washed up last night’s curry plates and put some bacon under the grill. Henry appeared. ‘Bacon? Ella, you’re a darling.’

      ‘It’s the last few rashers but enough for sandwiches.’

      ‘What sort of day have you got planned?’ he asked as she plonked a bottle of ketchup in front of him.

      She had good news. ‘I’m going to look for a job.’ He raised his eyebrows at her as he bit into his sandwich. She raised hers back. ‘A proper job. And I’m going to send out Hedgerow Adventures to another literary agent.’

      He couldn’t hide his frustration. ‘Not another one?’

      ‘Yes,’ she said defiantly. ‘It’s a good story and the pictures are some of my best. Every child I’ve ever nannied for has loved it.’

      He shrugged. ‘Ever thought they may have been being polite?’

      ‘Charming! Thank you, you really know how to boost confidence, don’t you? Ever thought of life coaching? Writing a best-selling personal help book, such as Achieve The Ultimate You by Henry Huntley, Fuckwit with Hons?’

      ‘Ella, I’m trying to be helpful. Hedgerow Adventures is very charming, but it’s not going to turn you into J.K. Rowling overnight, is it?’

      She couldn’t disagree.

      ‘So …’ He stood up and put his plate in the sink before doing up the top button of his shirt and straightening his tie. ‘By all means send it to a new agent – but promise me you’ll check out the job agencies too?’

      It was lunchtime and her feet were tired. Not having enough money to top up her Oyster card she’d walked for miles, checking every job agency before setting off on the long hike up to Bedford Square and the offices of the latest hotshot literary agent she’d read about in The Bookseller.

      The brass plaque outside was freshly polished. She walked up the short flight of steps and pushed the doorbell on the intercom. A buzzer sounded and the blackly glossy front door opened to reveal a silent marble hall with a grand staircase curling up to the right. On her left was an open doorway and a smart young man behind the desk spoke without looking up. ‘Can I help you?’

      ‘Thank you, yes. I was wondering if I could have a meeting with someone about my book.’

      His eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again. Expressionless, he asked, ‘Do you have an appointment?’

      ‘No, but perhaps I could—’

      ‘I’m sorry, but we don’t accept unsolicited manuscripts.’

      ‘I see. It’s a very short story, it would only take a few min—’

      ‘You must have an appointment first.’

      ‘May I make one?’

      ‘Has anyone asked to see your manuscript?’

      ‘Well no, but—’

      ‘Then I can’t make an appointment.’

      ‘But how do I make an appointment if no one’s read my book? And how do I get someone to read my book if I can’t get an appointment?’

      He smiled wanly. ‘It’s a very difficult business.’

      The phone on his desk rang and he took the call, making it clear that he’d terminated his dealings with her.

      Ella was angry and felt humiliated to boot. She pulled herself up tall and walked back into the hall to let herself out.

      Running down the staircase was a young woman with her hair scraped messily back from her face and a smudge of red ink on her cheek. She was heading for the front door as Ella was struggling with the handle.

      ‘Here, let me help you,’ said the woman.

      The door opened with ease under her practised touch. She smiled at Ella. ‘Are you Gilda’s temp?’

      Ella wished she were. ‘No, but …’

      The woman spotted Ella’s manuscript.

      ‘Oh, an author?’

      ‘Well, not exactly, I—’

      The woman smiled knowingly. ‘Supercilious Louis wouldn’t let you hand it in? Give it to me and I’ll read it. You’ve got your contact details on it, I assume?’

      ‘Yes, on the front page.’

      ‘Great. Sorry, I must rush. Meeting someone for a coffee. I’ll be in touch. You never know, this just might be our lucky day. Bye!’

      Ella watched as the woman walked quickly across the square.

      ‘Granny,’ she murmured, ‘what have you done?’

       5

      In the vicarage in Pendruggan the sun was still hiding behind the cliffs – and Penny wished she could hide under her covers. She felt lightheaded. She hadn’t slept well because Jenna had had her up three times in the night. Teething was horrible for both of them. Night feeds were usually rather special. Jenna and she would sit in the silence, staring into each other’s eyes, sharing comfort and love. But last night had been awful. Jenna had wanted to bite down on Penny’s nipples to relieve the pain in her gums but she did it once too often and Penny tapped her leg in anger. In the split second before she opened her lungs and screamed, Penny saw her look of shock and disbelief.

      ‘Jenna, darling! I’m so sorry. Shh, Daddy’s sleeping. Shh. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.’ Penny was beside herself. How could she have hurt Jenna like that? She wrapped her up in a cot blanket and held her close as she carried her downstairs. She went to her study, the room furthest from their bedroom, so that Simon wouldn’t be disturbed.

      ‘Darling, shh, shh. I love you. I’m so СКАЧАТЬ