Benefits of air purifier in bedroom


Statistics say that most people live up to a mature age of 78 years. Considering that for most people one-third of their lives are spent sleeping, which is 25 years in bed based on 6-8 hours of sleep at night. It’s pretty easy to understand that making sure air quality, where you sleep perfectly, is really important. Here are benefits of air purifier in bedroom that you will most likely get when you clean the air with an air purifier.

Helps you sleep

Fresh air from an air purifier is good for most things, and sleep is no exception. Air free of particles such as dust, dust mites, mold spores, and molds, smells of chemicals, pet dander, bacteria, and viruses are more likely to allow your body to relax and fall asleep naturally.

Can minimize the need for medication

Air that is contaminated can cause allergy and asthma symptoms. Your body is tired and takes time to rejuvenate, and yet an excess of irritants will clog your eyes, nose, and throat when inhaled.

Night after night it may seem impossible to sleep without treating the symptoms that arise from close and personal encounters with these allergens. Dust mites are well known for their love of the bed, where there is an unlimited source of food, such as dead flakes of human skin, moisture and dark, warm places under the covers.

Minimizing these creatures, removing them from circulation when they are in the air, is an active but effective way to solve this problem. And this can reduce your symptoms and the need for medication because their amount can be drastically reduced. All that you can do to reduce the dependence of the body on drugs is plus. This helps to strengthen the natural defense of your body and help create a stronger immune system.

Let you sleep with a pet in the room

For those of us who love an amateur, relaxing and relaxing for the stresses of the day often involves adhering to something soft and fluffy, with a face that is hard to resist. Soft and fluffy often means hair with dandruff, which can make breathing difficult if you have a lot of air in the air. Filtering these irritants from the air can lower their level to such an extent that it will allow your pet to sleep in the bedroom, which will keep everyone happy.

More emotionally ready for processing day

If all this is realized, you better sleep, reduce the need for medication, and you have the best sleeping dream with you or with you, every day you wake up in a better mood.


How well you sleep every night is directly related to how well you cope with the ups and downs of life. And if clean air can lead you on the road to enjoying a higher quality of life, there will be no more benefits. When you plan to buy an air purifier, you need to find several different functions. These functions include the ability to keep the air clean, how much and what particles it removes from the air, and finally, regardless of whether it is intended to help people with allergies

Benefits of Air Purifier for a Baby


Most of the parents believe that they are doing what is best for their young ones. However, this might not be all true to some extent. This is because many babies are exposed to dangerous pollutants and toxins right in their own homes. Fresh and quality air is not only critical to everyone

but even more to an infant. Babies are prone to airborne and chemical pollutants from their bodies cannot adjust to life outside of the womb. Air purifiers offer a great solution to all these risks. They offer some benefits you can take advantage of.They include;

Removal of pollutants

An air purifier is capable of filtering contaminants found in the air. It does so by producing fresh air as a by-product thus inhibiting respiratory illness that can hinder your child’s body growth and development in general. It is therefore advisable that you read the fine print to avoid those air purifiers that produce ozone levels. Ozone levels are toxic and poisonous gases which affect your newborn baby.

Eliminates bad odor

These essential devices also help in removing odors from the air. For example, in your home there are pets, and you won’t be surprised to realize from time to time your house is getting a pet smell. All this bad odor coming from this pets can not only be reduced but even eliminated if you use

air purifiers frequently. The filter will remove those smells entirely thus giving your newborn baby a fresh scent to enjoy all day long. House dust mites, which are another tiny bugs feeding on dead
human skin lives almost anywhere inside the house. With Air purifiers, they are capable maintaining hygiene of a house infested by such mites.


Prevents irritation

There are some unstable organic combinations which are found as key components to most of the home products such as glues, paint, cleaning supplies, varnish, and many more. These compounds to be precise benzene, formaldehyde and ethylene are very sensitive to the nose, eyes, and throat. They cause irritations which can even lead to severe and long-term damage to the newborn baby’s nervous system. Air purifiers are known to clear off such compounds from the air.


Prevention of allergy

Air purifiers are the best choice for those babies who are suffering suffer from respiratory problems such as asthma or air-borne allergies. Asthmatics babies are prone to attacks from dust in a
room. With the air purifier, it can remove a high amount of dust particles inside the house thus reducing high risks of an asthma attack. There are also those infants who are allergic sensitivities, such as a pollen allergy. Therefore an air purifier will be able to provide them with clean air to breathe thus reducing attacks from allergies when least expected.


In conclusion, it is advisable to pick a cleaner that is light in pounds. It should, however, be heavy

duty enough regarding to its cleaning ability to function well. This implies that you can take it with ease when on vacation or visiting grandparents.

Chapter 10 – Easter Bunnies steal the cakes


Lucy was feeling very cross. She had called round to Jasmine’s house to discuss the Easter menu for the cafe. But as was usual these days, Jasmine was out with Laura, the new girl who had just moved into the street.

‘They went out together first thing this morning,’ explained Jazzy’s mum. ‘Did Jasmine know you were coming?’

‘Yes,’ said Lucy grumpily, kicking her shoes against the step. ‘We were supposed to be discussing the Easter menu for the cafe.’

‘Oh dear, she must have forgotten. Why don’t you come in anyway. I’ve got a recipe I want to try. Maybe you could help me.’

Jasmine’s mum had found a recipe for Chocolate Easter buns, which were decorated with chocolate mini eggs. She showed Lucy how to make the cake mixture, by using a wooden spoon to beat the butter and sugar together into a smooth fluffy mixture, before adding the eggs and flour.

‘This was how my mum used to make cakes. Its called ‘creaming‘ the butter and sugar together’ Jazzy’s mum explained. ‘But you need strong arms!’

‘I don’t mind,’ said Lucy breathlessly, furiously mixing as fast as she could. ‘Actually, its making me feel better!’

Together they spooned the cake mixture into bun cases, and whilst they were cooking in the oven, Lucy made the fudge topping by creaming more butter and sugar together and then adding melted chocolate. It smelt and tasted amazing!

When the buns were ready, Lucy smeared a thick layer of fudge topping on each one before decorating them with mini eggs. Lucy was finishing the final cake when Jasmine walked into the kitchen.

‘Oh hi Lucy. I didn’t know you were here.’

‘We were supposed to be sorting out the Easter menu,’ snapped Lucy, suddenly in a bad mood again. ‘But it doesn’t matter, because I’ve done it myself. We are serving Chocolate Easter buns – they are easy to make and taste really good.’

‘Oh, ok then,’ said Jasmine. She couldn’t work out why Lucy was so cross with her.

‘Well I’m going now.’ Lucy grabbed her coat. ‘See you on Saturday.’ And then she stomped out, leaving Jasmine in the kitchen.

‘What’s up with her?’ Jasmine asked her mum.

‘I think she’s upset that you are spending so much time with Laura and that you are ignoring her,’ Jazzy’s mum said quietly.

‘Well,’ said Jasmine. ‘I think she’s been really childish!’

On Saturday, Jasmine and Lucy were still cross with each other. So cross in fact, that they wouldn’t speak to each other!

The cafe wasn’t busy that day, but the Chocolate Easter buns were really popular. So popular that they had to keep making more as the day went on. Jazzy’s mum asked Freya to run to the shop and buy some more mini eggs.

‘I can’t understand where they are all going,’ she said, looking at the empty seats in the cafe. ‘We haven’t had many customers at all. But we have sold loads of cakes!’

‘Andrew from school bought ten to take home,’ said Jasmine, setting down her tray. ‘He said his mum loved them and couldn’t stop eating them.’

‘That’s strange,’ said Lucy, who was in the middle of creaming some more cake mixture and had forgotten she was cross. ‘Ben bought twenty cakes from me, and told me the same thing. These cakes are nice, but I don’t believe anybody could eat twenty!’

At that moment, Freya ran into the kitchen. Her face was red and she was out of breath.

‘I…ran…all the…way,’ she panted.

‘What is it!’ yelled Jasmine and Lucy together. This was obviously serious.

‘Ben.. Ben…and Andrew,’ Freya took another deep breath. ‘They are in the village selling your cakes!’ she exploded.

‘What!’ Jasmine and Lucy couldn’t believe their ears.

‘So that’s why they bought so many cakes!’ exclaimed Lucy.

‘And that’s why we’ve not had any customers,’ declared Jasmine. ‘Right! Mum – you stay here and watch the cafe. Freya – show us where they are. Me and Lucy are going to sort them out!’

The three girls marched into the village looking for Ben and Andrew. Jasmine and Lucy were not cross with each other any more. They were cross with Ben and Andrew instead!

The boys were not hard to find. They were each wearing fluffy bunny ears and walking around the park, carrying Chocolate Easter buns in yellow baskets. It looked as if they had sold most of them, because they didn’t have many left.

They were so busy selling cakes, they did not see the three girls sneak up behind them.

‘Buy your Easter Buns from the real Easter bunnies!’ shouted Ben. ‘Only a pound each!’

‘Ben and Andrew,’ yelled Jasmine. The boys were so surprised to see them that Andrew’s fluffy ears fell off. ‘How dare you sell our cakes behind our backs!’

‘And for a pound each!’ exclaimed Lucy. ‘We sell them for 50p!’

‘That’s our profit margin,’ retorted Ben, over his shoulder, as he started to run away from the girls to avoid any trouble.

‘Yeah,’ said Andrew, also running away. ‘We’ve had to buy our costumes. Bunny ears aren’t cheap you know.’

‘Give us those cakes back now,’ shouted Freya, launching herself into a rugby tackle around Ben’s legs.

‘No way,’ yelled Ben, desperately trying to break free. ‘These cakes are ours – we paid for them! Anyway, we’re just filling a gap in the market. Its called enterprise, you know.’

‘Its called stealing our customers!’ replied Lucy. ‘The cafe’s been really quiet all afternoon and now we know why!’

‘What’s going on here?’ A loud voice boomed behind them. It was a policeman, who had seen the pushing and shoving. ‘Oh no,’ groaned Ben and Andrew together.

‘I thought I told you two lads to clear off,’ said the policeman, towering over the two boys, who seemed to be trying to hide their baskets behind their backs.

They both mumbled something about just having a few more cakes to sell. Their ears had turned bright red, and Jasmine, Lucy and Freya started to feel a bit sorry for them.

‘Right,’ said the policeman in his huge booming voice. ‘I’ve already warned you two today about selling cakes in the park. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to take the rest of these cakes as evidence, for closer inspection by my colleagues at the station. And I am going to confiscate these furry bunny ears, to put an end once and for all to these illicit Easter bunny activities. Now I suggest you boys and girls go home, before you get into any more trouble.’

Jasmine, Lucy, Freya, Andrew and Ben left the park together.

‘I hope you two are sorry,’ hissed Jasmine, hoping with all her heart that no one had seen them getting told off by a policeman.

Ben and Andrew looked at each other and grinned.

‘Why should we be sorry?’ shrugged Andrew. ‘We’ve made LOADS OF MONEY!!!!’

With that, the boys started to run away, as fast as they could.

‘Thanks for the cakes!’ yelled Andrew.

‘We’ll let you know when we need any more!!’ laughed Ben.

Chapter 9 – Surprise party


A new family had moved in down the street from Jasmine.  There was a daughter, who seemed about Jasmine and Lucy’s age.  Jasmine had been dying to say hello, but she never seemed to get the chance.

Jasmine and Lucy were walking to school, talking about the new girl.

‘She looks really nice.  She’s got blond hair like you, but cut short in a really fashionable style,’ Jasmine said, talking super quickly as usual,  ’And you should see the bag she’s got.  Its so cool.  Its just like the one I’ve been looking for.’

‘Maybe we should just knock on her door,’ suggested Lucy, pulling her coat tightly around her, as they walked against the wind.

‘And say what?’ scoffed Jasmine.

‘Say ‘Hi! We live down the street. We just thought we’d say hello!’

‘Only a dork brain would say something like that,’ grouched Jasmine.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from behind them.    It was the new girl!

‘Hi!’ she said, breathlessly. ‘I’ve been running to catch up with you. My name’s Laura.   I’ve just moved in down your street.  I thought I’d say hello.’

‘Oh hi!’  said Jasmine.  ’I’m Jasmine and this is Lucy, my cousin.   This is such a coincidence.  Cos we were going to call on you to say hello, weren’t we, Lucy?’

‘Well I was!’ muttered Lucy.  Jasmine ignored her and continued talking to Laura.

‘We’re having a party next Saturday at my house.  Maybe you’d like to come!’

‘Oh that would be amazing!’ Laura seemed delighted to be asked.  ’Of course I’ll come! I’ve got to go for my bus now, but I’ll speak to you later.’

Jasmine and Lucy watched her run off towards the bus stop.

‘I didn’t know you were having a party,’ said Lucy.

‘Neither did I,’ muttered Jasmine, distractedly.  ’I don’t know why I said that.  I just got carried away.  But I’m sure mum won’t mind though, if I ask her nicely.’

Unfortunately for Jasmine, her mum was not happy with the idea at all.  Even after Jasmine had asked her five times!

‘There is no way you are having a party and that’s final! You can have friends round to tea, but you are not going to have a party.    Do NOT ask me again!’

Jasmine stamped up the stairs to her room.  She considered slamming the door, but wisely decided against it.  She was in such a pickle.  Why on earth did she tell Laura she was having a party?

She put the radio on and lay on the bed, hoping that the chatter on the radio would stop her worrying.  She became aware of voices downstairs but couldn’t be bothered to see who it was.   Minutes later her mum called her down.  Her stomach tied up in knots when she saw Laura and her mum were sat in the front room.

‘Hi,’ whispered Laura, waving her hand shyly.

‘Hi,’ replied Jasmine, wishing she was somewhere else.

Jasmine’s mum spoke, ‘Jasmine, Laura’s mum just wanted to know what sort of party we were having, and who was going.’

Jasmine said nothing, but closed her eyes, fearing the worst.

‘I told her,’ continued Jasmine’s mum, ‘that you were having a CINEMA party, where you and a couple of your friends watched a film and had snacks and stuff.’

Jasmine opened her eyes in amazement.   For a very brief moment, she was lost for words.  But then her brain sprang into action!

‘Yeah, that’s right.   We’ll be having crisps and dips, that sort of thing.  We were thinking of watching ‘Mamma Mia – have you seen it?’

Laura’s blue eyes lit up, and at once she was as excited as Jasmine.  ’I have seen it, but I don’t mind seeing it again! It sounds great.’

That Saturday, Jasmine and Lucy covered the front room with as many cushions as they could find for them to sit on. Freya came round with a bag of popping corn to make homemade popcorn, while Lucy organised some tortilla crisps and dips.     They decorated the front room with fairy lights and by the time Laura arrived, the whole room looked really cosy and the popcorn smelled DELICIOUS!

‘What do you like best on your popcorn,’ Freya asked Laura, ‘We’ve got butter, honey or maple syrup.’

‘Actually,’ replied Laura, ‘I always have salt with my popcorn with when I go to the cinema.’

‘Oh me too!’ squealed Jasmine, jumping up. ‘Come on Laura, lets go into the kitchen and get some.’

When the time came to watch the film, Jasmine and Laura squashed up next to each other on the sofa.  It seemed they were inseparable.     For a moment, Lucy felt left out, but Freya tickled her feet and made her laugh and she forgot about being sad.

They had all seen the film before and sang along loudly to all the songs.   There was a knock on the living room door, and Jasmine expected it to be her mum, telling them to keep the noise down.  Instead, she came in with four bowls of vanilla ice cream with her special homemade hot chocolate fudge sauce.

‘This is gorgeous!’ declared Laura.

‘Mmmmm’ was all the others could reply, with their mouths full of ice cream and chocolate fudge.

When everyone had gone home, Jasmine began tidying up the cushions, and taking the plates into the kitchen.  There was popcorn everywhere.

‘We’ll leave the vacuuming until the morning,’ said Mum. ‘So did you enjoy your party?’

‘It was amazing,’ smiled Jasmine, giving her mum a hug. ‘Thanks mum – you’re the best!’

Chapter 8 – A Mother’s Day Treat


‘So what is this fantastic idea that we can’t tell your mum about,’ asked Lucy, flopping onto the bed. The bed was covered in notebooks filled with sketches and plans for Jasmine’s many money making schemes.

‘We hold a Mother’s Day high tea,’ replied Jasmine triumphantly. ‘People pay us £5 for high tea for two – them and their mum. We make the cafe really smart – we could put table clothes and flowers on the tables – like at Betty’s – and serve people fancy sandwiches, tea and cakes. It’ll be fantastic!’

As usual, Lucy considered the matter sensibly.

‘Where will we get the teapots and cups from? And if your mum is going to be one of the guests, we’ll need extra people to help us serve.’

‘No problem,’ gushed Jasmine. ‘We’ll borrow the teapots and cups from school – I’m sure Miss Morrell will help us. And we’ll ask Freya to be a waitress. We could wear our black school skirts and a white blouse. Come on Lucy. Admit it – its a fab idea!’

‘Mmmmm.’ Lucy pretended to ponder for a moment. ‘Does this mean I’ll get to wear one of those lacy hats!’

‘Definately,’ laughed Jasmine. ‘Come on – lets get planning.’

The girls spent the rest of the evening on the internet, researching Victorian tea parties. They discovered that the Victorians were absolutely mad about tea, and that rich ladies and gentlemen would send written invitations to their friends asking them to visit for cups of the finest tea and delicately tasting sandwiches and cakes.

Jasmine designed some invitations on the computer, that said ‘You are cordially invited to join me on Mothers Day for a Victorian High Tea at the Jazzy and Lucy Tearooms.’

‘We’ll have three sittings during the afternoon – so people can buy tickets for 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock or 3 o’clock. With at least two people sitting at each table, that means we’ll have 15 people bringing their mum. That means we’ll make £75!’

‘Provided we sell all the tickets,’ said Lucy sensibly.

She need not have worried. Everyone at school agreed that taking their mum out for tea was a really good idea and much more exciting than chocolate and flowers. The tickets sold out in no time. The girls even managed to order some lacy white waitress hats from the internet, to make them look extra smart.

On Mother’s Day, Jasmine got up early to take her mum tea in bed, whilst Lucy made a start on the cakes.

Instead of scones, Lucy decided to make her special shortbread and serve it with strawberries and cream. She also made some very easy chocolate fudge squares, because they could be cut up into small squares and would look pretty on the plates. They were also her favourite cakes in the whole world, and she was looking forward to eating one of them with her hot chocolate at the end of the day.

By 11 o’clock, Jasmine and Lucy started to set the tables, making them look as pretty as possible with flowers and cutlery. Jasmine had designed a little card for each table, with a picture of a teapot with a heart on it and a poem that read: –

‘Dear Mum – All my love from you to me.
Being wonderful is your speciali – TEA!’

‘Honestly Lucy,’ she said, as she proudly set the card on each of the tables. ‘With ideas as good as mine, I should be a millionairess by the time I’m 20!’

At 12 o’clock, they made just made a start on the special high tea sandwiches, when Freya walked through the door, limping badly.

‘I twisted my ankle playing rounders yesterday,’ she explained, carefully lowering herself onto one of the chairs. ‘Its really sore. I’m afraid I can’t be a waitress for you.’

‘Oh no,’ groaned Lucy. ‘There’s no way me and Jasmine can do everything. Not when we’ve got to serve fresh tea to everyone.’

‘Don’t worry,’ said Freya. ‘I saw Sam Foxton this morning, and he said he’s going to come and be a waitress for you instead of me.’

‘SAM FOXTON!!!’ yelled Jasmine. ‘Not that idiot! He’ll ruin everything.’

‘No he won’t,’ huffed Freya indignantly. ‘I gave him that lacy white hat you gave me, and he said he would wear it to make everyone laugh.’

‘Sam Foxton is going to dress up as a waitress!’ shrieked Lucy. ‘That I have go to see!’

‘That’s it. None of you are taking this seriously!’ By now, Jasmine’s face had gone bright red and there were tears in her eyes. ‘I’ve tried really hard to make this really good, and you are all just going to ruin it!’ She stomped upstairs to her room and slammed the door.

As usual, ten minutes later Jasmine had stopped being angry and was feeling a bit foolish at being up in her room, whilst the tea party she had organised was going on downstairs. She wished someone would come up and apologise and tell her they were sorry and that she was right all along. But after another ten minutes went by, she realised that was not going to happen and she would have to go downstairs and face everybody.

Jasmine got changed into her waitressing outfit and then looked in the mirror to wipe her eyes, and fix the white lace waitresses cap on her head. An image of Sam Foxton wearing stupid makeup and a lacy waitress hat passed in front of her eyes.

‘Blooming Sam Foxton,’ she grumbled at her reflection. ‘Trust him to ruin everything.’

When she got downstairs, Sam Foxton had still not arrived. Lucy was busily putting the cups and saucers on the tables, whilst Freya was sat on a chair in the kitchen.

‘Sorry I shouted,’ Jasmine said grouchily, pinching one of the cucumber sandwiches and eating it. ‘Oooh,’ she added, brightening up. ‘These sandwiches are delicious!’

‘I know,’ laughed Freya. ‘I’ve had four!’

Lucy rushed into the kitchen.

‘Our first guests will be arriving in five minutes. I am SO nervous. I think its because our mums are going to among the guests. I don’t think Sam Foxton is coming. He would be here by now.’

At that moment, the kitchen door opened, and in walked Sam Foxton. The three girls could hardly believe their eyes. He was dressed immaculately in black trousers and waistcoat. His normally scruffy light brown hair was smoothed down with gel. Even his shoes were shiny.

‘Do I look alright?’ he asked anxiously. ‘I knew you lot would be looking extra smart in your waitress uniforms. I didn’t want to spoil things. Do you think I’ve put on too much hair gel?’

Lucy looked over at Jasmine, who was stood staring open mouthed.

‘Well Jasmine. What do you think?’ Lucy asked.

There was silence for a moment and then Jasmine said, ‘Sam, you look great. At least someone is taking this seriously.’

Before Lucy and Freya had time to protest, the first guests arrived.

Andrew and Ben had both brought tickets for their mums and the four of them shared a table.

‘Aww,’ said Freya. ‘They are both on their absolute best behaviour. They look so sweet.’

‘I bet they still ask for second helpings of shortcake,’ muttered Lucy.

Sam visited each of the tables, pouring tea from teapots for each of the guests. Lucy had chosen some piano music to play in the background, and the sounds of the piano mingled with the clinks of cups on saucers and laughter and chatter from the guests. The whole afternoon went fantastically well and it was lovely to help people to treat their mums for the afternoon. Everyone loved Jasmine’s cards.

Jasmine, Lucy and Freya’s mums were the last to be seated and they shared a table together. ‘I feel like the Queen,’ said Freya’s mum.

Just then, a man with a camera walked into the cafe.

‘Dad,’ called Sam. ‘Over here!’

Sam turned to the girls. ‘Lucy and Jasmine, I forgot to tell you. My dad works for the Reporter newspaper. He wants to do an article about the cafe. Do you mind if he does a quick interview and takes a picture of us?’

‘No – that’ll be great,’ said Lucy.

‘Pinch me,’ whispered Jasmine. ‘I must be dreaming.’

The next day the local paper carried a picture of Jasmine, Lucy and Freya wearing their waitress outfits, carrying trays of tea. The headline read ‘Local girls serve up a Mother’s Day Treat!’

Even Jasmine had to admit, that inviting Sam Foxton had been quite a good idea after all!

Chapter 7 – A Trip to Betty’s Tearooms


Jazzy and Lucy were visiting Mrs Clancy for tea.   They loved going to see her at around 4 o’clock,  because she would light a fire and they would have crumpets,  toasted on long forks in the fire,  and served with butter and a pot of proper tea.

‘Mrs Clancy,  what’s the best cafe you have ever been too?’    Jasmine asked,  stretching her toes closer to the fire.

‘Ooh – well that would be the tearooms at the Paragon Station Hotel.    Me and my friend Lily would sometimes spend what was left of our wages on afternoon tea there – after we’d paid our mums our board money.     Oh – it was smashing.   Sandwiches,  scones and cream and jam,  and lovely cakes – I had my first chocolate eclair there.   All served on silver and china,  with the most lovely tea.   Ooh,  I can taste it now.’

‘I think you make the best tea,  Mrs Clancy,’  said Lucy.   ‘I don’t normally like tea,  but I like yours.’

‘That’s because I make it in a pot with loose leaves.     But you should have tasted the tea at the Station Hotel.  And the best bit was watching all the posh ladies and gents in their fancy clothes.   They’d get out the first class carriage – and don’t forget,  they were steam engines then,  beautiful to look at –  and then they would walk straight into the Station Hotel tearooms.   Oh,   it was marvellous to see.   Me and Lily used to spend the whole afternoon there,  just watching people coming and going.’

‘Didn’t you mind?’  asked Jasmine.   ‘Didn’t you wish  that it was you with the lovely clothes?’

Mrs Clancy looked into the fire and thought for a minute.  ‘Not that I remember.   Maybe I’ve forgotten.  I just remember me and Lily having a wonderful time.’

That evening,  Jasmine told her mum about Mrs Clancy’s memories of the Station Hotel and how Jasmine had had the idea of taking Mrs Clancy back there.

‘I just want to say thank you for all her help.   She’s been so kind.   The thing is,  the tearooms aren’t there anymore.   I’ve checked on the internet.’

‘I know,’  said Mum, putting the laundry away.   ‘Why don’t you and Lucy take her on the train to Betty’s Tearooms in York?    They serve traditional high tea – I think Mrs Clancy will enjoy it.’

And so the following Sunday,   Jasmine,  Lucy and Mrs Clancy took the train to York.  Mrs Clancy was wearing an emerald green coat with  a matching green and black hat,  and black polished shoes. On her coat label was a beautiful broach, in the shape of a peacock.

‘You look lovely,’  said Jasmine,  who always noticed people’s clothes.  Jasmine also noticed that Mrs Clancy was wearing lipstick and powder,  and she wondered what Mrs Clancy looked like when she was a young girl.

Betty’s Tearooms was beautiful – it seemed to be made entirely from glass and dark wood, and they could see the people inside drinking tea served by waitresses dressed in smart white blouses and white lace hats. It all looked very glamorous. The girls and Mrs Clancy spent a few minutes looking through its huge glass windows at the beautiful display of cakes and chocolates. When they finally went inside, they found even more glass displays filled with wonderful cakes and stacks of wooden shelves containing teas, coffees and chocolates from all over the world.

The smell of chocolate and coffee was wonderful.

‘I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!’ sighed Lucy.

A kind faced gentleman in a black suit took them to their table by the window. They ordered high tea, which arrived served on a silver cake tray that had two layers – the top for sandwiches and the bottom for scones, which were served with jam and cream. Jasmine and Lucy were thrilled to discover they could each choose an extra cake from the silver cake trolley that was brought to them by one of the waitresses in the lace hats. The trolley was laden with a selection of the wonderful cakes they had seen in the cafe window.

Whilst Lucy poured filled the white china cups with tea from a silver teapot, Mrs Clancy and Jasmine sat back and watched people passing by in the busy streets outside. Mrs Clancy kept on her hat and Jasmine felt very special, sat in the window of Betty’s, whilst tourists outside gazed in.

‘I could stay here all day,’ said Jasmine.

Mrs Clancy smiled. ‘You see, it is fun just watching people. Now you can see why Lily and I loved it, all those years ago.’

After tea, they walked to the Castle Museum, which Mrs Clancy had remembered visiting as a child. Jasmine and Lucy had never seen anywhere quite like it. It was a huge beautiful building, and they were amazed when the museum guide told them it used to be a prison hundreds of years ago.

‘Dick Turpin was held in these cells, whilst he was waiting to be hanged!’

The girls were even more amazed to find that inside the museum walls was a long cobbled street lined with all sorts of shops. Everything in the whole street, including the thousands of different things in the shops, was from the Victorian period, more than a hundred years ago.

‘I feel like a time traveller,’ gasped Lucy. ‘Look, there’s even a horse and carriage like in Sherlock Holmes!’

Mrs Clancy liked the Victorian street best. There was a grocer’s shop there, filled with huge tins containing every sort of tea you could imagine.

‘This shop makes me think of going to visit my grandma, when I was a little girl,’ Mrs Clancy told them. She used to take her tea very seriously. Everyone did then. She would only drink black china tea made with loose leaves. There were no teabags then. She’d give my grandad ordinary indian tea, because she said he didn’t appreciate the difference! Me and my mum would sit in the tiny front parlour. It was so dark, you could hardly see each other’s faces. We would have cups of tea and bread and butter. It doesn’t sound much, but oh it did taste good.’

Wandering along the the street, they also found a toy shop and a sweet shop. They were both small, but crammed full of treasures.

‘No-one I knew had much money,’ explained Mrs Clancy. ‘Me and my friends used to spend hours gazing through the windows of shops like these, but we never had any money to buy anything. The sweetshop man used to make his sweets in the back room and the smell of sugar used to fill our noses, whilst we were playing outside in the street. I remember once he came out with a tray of humbugs that had gone wrong. They were all funny shapes and he couldn’t sell them in the shop, so he gave them to us for free. We felt like royalty, sat on the kerb eating those sweets, trying to make them last in our mouths as long as possible!’

That night when they were back home, Jasmine and Lucy told Jasmine’s mum about the tearooms and the Castle Museum, and how Mrs Clancy had told them what life was like for her, when she was young.

‘There was less food then, especially for those people who didn’t have much money,’ Mum explained. ‘And so even plain food like bread and butter was served in the best way you could afford. And tea was a delicacy.’

‘The thing is,’ Lucy explained, thinking hard. ‘Because of the way it was served, it made every thing taste extra delicious. Even the cucumber sandwiches, which I thought would be horrible.’

‘Lucy!’ said Jasmine, jumping up suddenly. ‘I think I’ve just had the most amazing idea! Come upstairs to my room and I’ll tell you about it. We need to keep it a secret from mum!’

Find out Jasmine’s amazing idea in the next chapter!

Chapter 6 – Lucy’s Pizza Takeaway Night


Now Signora Carvallio had taught Lucy how to make pizzas the Italian way,  Lucy could not stop making pizzas!

Each time, she would set out the ingredients for the pizza dough –  flour,  olive oil,  yeast and honey – and then she would start to cook,  whilst day-dreaming  that she was cooking in a beautiful Italian farmhouse in the Tuscan hills.  And everytime she would hear Signora Carvallio’s voice in her ears, ’Now Lucy, like an artist,  you are free to create!’

It had been another busy day at the cafe.   The chocolate brownies had become famous throughout the village,  and people were queuing up to get a table!    Jasmine was sat at the kitchen table counting the days takings,  whilst Lucy was making pizza for them to eat in front of the television later that evening.

‘I can’t believe you are doing more cooking,’  said Jasmine,  kicking off her shoes.   ‘I am exhausted. And if I see another chocolate brownie,  I’ll scream. Mind you, the customers love them.   Ben and Andrew had four each.   Once we’ve paid my mum for all the ingredients, we’ll have made almost £41 profit today!   That’s a record!’

‘Why don’t we change the menu in the cafe,’ asked Lucy,  kneading the ball of dough in front of her.   ‘We’ve been serving soup and cakes for ages now. Perhaps we ought to try something different?’

Jasmine pulled a face. ‘Why would we want to change things when we are doing so well?  Oh hang on!   You wouldn’t be thinking about pizzas by any chance?’

‘Well,  perhaps,’    laughed Lucy,  ’But what’s wrong with pizzas!   They are delicious.’

‘Your pizzas are amazing,’  Jasmine explained.   ‘But they are no good for our cafe.  We won’t make enough profit.  We don’t have many tables,  and there’s only me,  you and mum to make the food and serve.   We need food that you can make in advance.    Pizzas take too long to cook,   and take too long for people to eat.’

An hour later, the pizzas were ready. Lucy carried them into the front room.

‘Yours is the one with chilli,  creme fraiche and bacon,’  said Lucy,   handing a delicious looking pizza to Jazzy’s mum.

‘Thank you Lucy!’  Jazzy’s mum sank her teeth into the pizza.   ‘Gosh,  this is delicious.  This is better than any takeway pizza!’

‘Takeaway pizza!’  shouted Jasmine,  jumping up.   ‘That’s what we’ll do.  We’ll have a takeaway pizza night!   People can ring in their orders and then come and collect their homemade pizza,  to eat at home!   Everyone loves pizzas.  We’ll make a fortune!’

‘Oh that’s a good idea,’  said Jazzy’s mum.

‘It was my idea!’  gasped Lucy.

‘Whatever!’  shouted Jasmine.  ‘Come on,  we’ve got planning to do.’

The next week the girls distributed leaflets to their friends at school,   telling them that Friday night would be pizza night!    Included on the leaflet was a list of toppings,  and the telephone number to ring.  Homemade pizza and a pot of homemade coleslaw would cost just £5.   A bargain!

Friday came and Lucy and Jasmine spent the hours after school cooking.    They make a  big pan of tomato sauce,  while Jazzy’s mum made the coleslaw.   They ended up moving all the towels out of the airing cupboard to make room for the bowls of pizza dough,  that needed somewhere warm to rise.  By five o’clock,  they were all ready for their first orders.

But half an hour later,   the phone had not rung.  Not even once.

‘Maybe its a bit too early,’   suggested Lucy.   ‘Oh no,  what if everyone wants their pizzas all at once,  at seven o’clock.  We won’t be able to cope – it’ll be a nightmare.’

By six o’clock,  still no one had rung.  Lucy was really worried.  Jasmine was just cross.

‘This is outrageous,’  she stormed.  ‘All those people  who said they would be ordering!   Ben and Andrew said they wanted two each!   They are going to be in so much trouble when I…’

At that moment,  the telephone rang.   ‘At last!’  declared Jasmine,  as her mum went to answer it.  ‘Okay,  Lucy – get ready to make your first takeaway pizza!’

Mum came back into the kitchen.  ‘Lucy,  its for you.  Its Miss Morrell – your cookery teacher.’

‘Not Smelly Morrelly!’  shrieked Jasmine,   and then wished she hadn’t said this quite so loud!

Lucy took the phone.  ‘Er – hello Miss Morrell.’

Miss Morrell sounded even more stern on the telephone.   ‘Lucy – would I be correct in assuming that you were running some kind of takeaway pizza business this evening?’

Lucy nodded and then remembered she was on the telephone.  ‘Yes,’ she stammered.

‘Would I also be correct in assuming that you have had no customers?’

‘Yes,’  said Lucy surprised.   Did Miss Morrell know everything?

‘I think I may able to explain your predicament.   The reason you have had no customers,   is that on your carefully designed leaflet,  you  have printed the wrong telephone number.   Your telephone number ends 374.   You have printed 371.   This is my telephone number.’

‘Oh,’  groaned Lucy.

‘Oh, indeed.   So Lucy,  the happy news is that you have the following orders.    Five cheese and tomato,   one olive and mushroom,    two chilli and bacon,   and four pepperoni,  pineapple and chilli sauce – that last disgusting concoction being at the request of Ben Stavely and Andrew Woods.’    Miss Morrells stopped talking for a moment.   ‘Are you writing this down,  Lucy.’

Lucy felt too embarrassed to even think of writing.   This was even worse than spilling flour over her work station at school.   ‘I’m so sorry Miss Morrell.   I really am.’

‘Oh,  Lucy.  Think nothing of it.’   Miss Morrell was laughing.  ’Once I realised what was going on,  I’ve really quite enjoyed taking the calls.   There’s nothing on the television!    You get on with cooking the pizzas and I’ll phone you again,  if I get anymore orders.’

The rest of the evening passed by in a flash.   Five minutes after Miss Morrell telephoned,  people started turning up to collect their pizzas.   Jasmine had to explain there had been an unavoidable delay,  and gave them free drinks to apologise.   Eventually the girls caught up with the orders,  and became experts at wrapping the hot pizzas in foil and putting the coleslaw into plastic pots super quick.  Miss Morrell kept ringing through the orders and Ben and Andrew wanted to know if coleslaw was compulsary,   but after they’d tried it,  came back for another pot!

At half past nine,  the last call came through from Miss Morrell.     ‘Anchovy and olive,  please with capers if you have them,’  she said.

‘No problem,’  said Lucy,  writing the order down.   ‘Did they leave their name?’

‘This one is for me, Lucy.    I’ve been waiting to try one of these famous pizzas all evening.   I’ll be along in ten minutes!’

‘Great!’   laughed Lucy.   ‘I’ll make sure its extra specially good.     And there’ll be no charge!’

Chapter 5 – Pizza Perfecto


The school was buzzing with news of the arrival of a group of Italian Exchange Students.

Jasmine had seen them in the playground,  and was telling Lucy how fantastic their clothes looked.

‘The girls are just so stylish,’  she gushed.  ‘Like the way they wear their scarves,  and their bags.   We look really dull compared to them.’

‘That’s cos we’re wearing school uniform,’  Lucy pointed out sensibly.

‘Believe me,  they’d know how to make even a school uniform look fantastic.’   Jasmine sighed.  ‘I bet they come from Milan – the Italian capital of fashion. I wish I could go to Milan. It would just be so amazing!’

Just then,  the bell went for the end of breaktime.

‘Well hard luck,’  said Lucy.  ‘Cos you’ve got Maths and I’ve got Home Economics, worst luck.  See ya later.’

Lucy didn’t rush to her next class. Although she loved cooking,  she hated Home Economics.  The teacher Miss Morrell was really sarcastic all the time and even though Lucy always tried hard,  Miss Morrell was always telling her off . “Lucy – do you HAVE to be so messy all the time. Remember – ‘A Good Cook is an Organised Cook!’”  Miss Morrell must have shouted this at Lucy a hundred times,   wagging  her long red finger in Lucy’s face.

The trouble was,  Lucy didn’t even see the mess happening. She’d be too busy cooking,  and then all of a sudden,  her workstation would look like all her ingredients had suddenly exploded, all over the surfaces and all over her.

Lucy didn’t dare tell Miss Morrell she had opened a cafe. She could imagine the sarcastic comments Miss Morrell would make. Something about poisoning customers and exploding kitchens.

That day, Lucy sloped into class with her head down, hoping Miss Morrell would not notice her. Fortunately, Miss Morrell was already talking to a tall dark haired lady at the front of the class. After what Jasmine what had said that morning, Lucy guessed that this lady was Italian. She was wearing a long brown and green dress and her hair was swept up elegantly on top of her head and tied with a beautiful silk scarf. Lucy hurriedly pushed her own untidy hair behind her ears.

‘People – can I have your attention.’ Miss Morrell banged on her desk with a wooden spoon. ‘This morning, we are very fortunate to have Signora Carvallio with us. She is an teacher at a school in Turin in the north of Italy and is visiting the school with a group of exchange students. She has very kindly agreed to show us how to make authentic Italian pizzas.’

There was a mass cheer from everyone in the class. Miss Morrell usually had them making shepherd’s pies and sponge puddings. Pizza sounded much more exciting.

Signora Carvallio spoke english with a soft italian accent, and as she gently explained how to mix flour with yeast, warm water, honey and olive oil to make pizza dough, Lucy began to day dream about making pizzas and serving them to customers, as they sat out in the Italian sunshine.

She was quickly brought back to earth by Miss Morrell’s squeaky voice ringing in her ears.

‘Unfortunately Signora Carvallio, Lucy is one of our more disorganised pupils, as you can see by the state of her work station.’

Lucy looked, and saw a packet of flour spilling over the other ingredients, while the lids and opened bottles were strewn around the table. Lucy pushed her hair out of her eyes and immediately rubbed flour accross her face.

‘For goodness sake Lucy! What have you been doing!’ Lucy looked in dismay at the mess.

‘It is not a problem, Miss Morrell,’ said Signora Carvallio, smiling at Lucy. ‘A messy cook is a busy cook. I will help Lucy clear this up. It is fine. You go and help the other girls.’

Miss Morrell couldn’t resist giving Lucy one last glare, before stomping off. When she had gone, Signora Carvallio put her arm around Lucy. ‘I think you like to cook, yes?’

Lucy nodded. She couldn’t speak, because she could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and her face was burning.

‘Yes, I can tell. Help me tidy up and then I will show you to cook, as my mamma showed me.’

After tidying the work station, Signora Carvallio helped Lucy measure out all the ingredients she would need for her recipe.

‘A cook is like an artist painting a picture. He arranges the colours on his palette before he begins. So you arrange your ingredients before you start to cook. Measure out your flour, salt, olive oil – everything you need to make your pizza dough. Then you can start to create!’

Very soon, Lucy was kneading the dough that she had created. She couldn’t believe how professional it looked. Signora Carvallio was very impressed.

‘Lucy – you remind me of me when I was a girl. You love to create! I know you will be a wonderful cook.’

At the end of the class, everyone showed off the pizzas they had made. They all smelled and looked delicious, but Lucy’s stood out as being the best. Even Miss Morrell thought so.

‘People – look at how beautifully Lucy has arranged tomato sauce and mozzerella cheese on the top of her pizza. It really does look good enough to eat. It just shows what a bit of discipline and organisation can do, even for the most hopeless cooks.’

Miss Signora smiled at Lucy, and whispered to her ‘You are a wonderful cook – well done, Lucy!’

Chapter 4 – The Very Naughty Brownies


One evening, Jasmine was allowed to stay over at Lucy’s house. They borrowed the ‘Princess Diaries’ DVD from the video shop, brought a duvet down from upstairs and sat snuggled up on the settee to watch the film.

It had only just started when their friend Freya arrived and so they budged up to make some room for her on the settee.

‘I’m here to ask a favour,’ she said pulling at the corner of the duvet. ‘You know I’m a Guide now? Well we’ve all been asked how we can help others in the community. And I thought I could help by teaching some of the Brownies how to cook.’

‘Great idea,’ said Lucy dragging the duvet back. ‘Excuse me, I’m not covered up anymore!’

‘Well neither am I,’ replied Freya indignantly.

‘I’m fine,’ said Jasmine, sat in the middle.

‘Well anyway. I thought perhaps you two could help. Your kitchen is bigger than ours and I thought we could make the shortbread you sell in the cafe.’

‘I’m tired of doing shortbread,’ said Jasmine. ‘And don’t ask me to do soup, because that went wrong the last time I did it.’

‘Oh yeah I heard about that. Sam Foxton told me that the chilli soup was delicious,’ said Freya.

‘DON’T mention his name to me,’ Jasmine snapped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. ‘And don’t mention chilli soup!’

‘We’re not allowed to talk about that day,’ whispered Lucy to Freya. ‘She still gets really cross!’

For a few minutes the girls watched the film in silence, while they tried to think of something to say that did not involve shortbread, soup or Sam Foxton. Then Lucy had a great idea.

‘I know!’ Why don’t we make brownies! Chocolate brownies for the Brownies!’

‘Brilliant’, Freya grinned.

They were so cosy under the quilt watching the film that they decided to make the chocolate brownies the next day. Most of the ingredients were already in the cupboard – sugar, eggs, butter, flour. The only things they needed to buy extra was a big bar of dark chocolate, and a ‘Brownie’ tin, which they bought from the supermarket.

‘An ordinary baking tin is too big and too shallow,’ said Mum. ‘A brownie tin is square with deep sides.’

The brownies were really easy and fun to make. It was just a matter of melting the butter and chocolate and mixing in the other ingredients. When they came out of the oven, the smell was amazing and they tasted delicious!

‘I’ve died and gone to heaven,’ sighed Jasmine, savouring the last mouthful of brownie. ‘I can’t believe that something so delicious could be so easy to make. A perfect recipe for the Brownies’

‘There’s something I need to tell you about the Brownies,’ said Freya sheepishly. ‘Some of them can be a bit of a handful. Most of them are OK. I just hope we don’t get any of the really naughty ones to look after.’

‘How hard can it be to look after a few Brownies,’ Lucy scoffed. ‘With the three of us, this will be a walk in the park!’

The next day after school, Freya arrived with three Brownies in tow. Lucy and Jasmine had already got out all the ingredients and arranged them on the table. Lucy started to tell the Brownie’s about what they were going to cook.

‘Today,’ she began. ‘We’re going to make chocolate brownies, a type of chocolate cake that originated from America. These are the ingredients we will be using. Sugar, flour, butter and chocolate.’

‘CHOCOLATE!’ yelled the three Brownies together, and then leapt at the kitchen table to grab at the chocolate.

‘Brownies, get back!’ shouted Freya, while Lucy grabbed the bowl of chocolate and held it above her head. Freya and Jasmine managed to pull two of the Brownies, Lauren and Claudia back, while the littlest Brownie whose name was Isabel, continued to jump up to try and get the chocolate out of Lucy’s hand.

‘Brownies if you don’t behave you will go home,’ said Freya sternly. ‘Now apologise to Lucy!’

‘Sorry, Lucy’ the Brownies muttered, nudging each other.

‘Ok’ said Lucy. ‘Ok. Those are the ingredients. Now lets look at the equipment. These are Brownie pans. They are special trays that …’ Lucy stopped speaking, as she noticed that the Brownies were no longer listening, but giggling among themselves. ‘I’m sorry, but what’s funny?’

The Brownies continued to giggle and nudge each other.

‘I’m not starting again, until you stop giggling,’ said Lucy crossly.

The Brownies pushed Isabel forward. ‘Did you say Brownie pants?’ asked Isabel innocently, while the other two giggled behind her. ‘Pants,’ Isobel continued, ‘as in Knickers!’ At that all three Brownies fell about laughing. Lucy stared at Freya in amazement.

‘Are these the naughty ones?’ she asked.

‘I’m afraid so,’ Freya replied, shaking her head. ‘Its just our bad luck. Most of the others are ok, really.’

The girls decided to try and get things over with as soon as possible, and so after they had all washed their hands, the three little Brownies were set to work on breaking up the chocolate, melting the butter and weighing the flour and sugar. The Brownies had been given strict instructions not to eat any of the mixture however Jasmine thought she saw them licking the chocolatey spoon.

‘I hope you Brownies haven’t been eating the mixture,’ she said sternly.

All three Brownies solemnly shook their heads and replied ‘not me,’ even though each had faces and mouths covered in chocolate.

It felt like a miracle when the trays of mixture went into the oven and all that was left to do was wash and tidy the kitchen. The Brownies did more fighting than cleaning, and when a dish cloth hit Jasmine on the side of her face, she decided she had had enough.

‘Right,’ she yelled. ‘That’s it. Claudia, you stand in that corner. Lauren in the other, and Isabel stand by the door. You can stay there until you have learned to behave.’

To her surprise, the three Brownies did as they were told, though they all three had sulky faces.

After a few minutes,  Jasmine stopped feeling so cross and felt sorry for the three girls stood in the corners of the kitchen.

‘You know,    I bet you three have eaten so much mixture,  I bet you don’t feel like eating any of these brownies.’

All three Brownies nodded sheepishly.

‘Well,’  said Jasmine.  ‘We don’t we make some labels,  and then when they are cool,  we can wrap the brownies up and give them as presents.’

Everyone agreed this was a great idea.    Jasmine found some felt tip pens and card,  and she and the three Brownies sat around the kitchen quietly,  creating  labels for the cakes.

Isobel had the great idea to write ‘Brownies made by Brownies for You!’ and then on the other side,  the girls wrote the name of the person they wanted to give the Brownies.

Soon the whole kitchen smelt of delicious chocolately baking and they knew the brownies were ready.     Claudia helped Lucy to take them out of the oven and divide them up into squares.   Once they were cool,  they each wrapped four brownies up in greaseproof paper and tied them up with a pretty ribbon and a label.

‘Haven’t you done well,’    said Freya.   ‘They look amazing!’

Isobel,  Claudia and  Lauren looked proudly at the presents they had made.

When Pam the guide leader arrived to see how Freya and the Brownies had done,   she was very impressed.

‘Well done Brownies, and well done you Freya. Jasmine and Lucy, perhaps you would be willing to come to our Brownie meeting some time, and help the whole pack attain their cookery badges?’

‘No way!’ said Jasmine.

‘There’s no way of doing that at the minute,’ added Lucy hastily. ‘We are so busy.’

Jasmine and Lucy were both looking forward to the Brownies going.   It had seemed a very long afternoon.  But before they went,  Isobel,  Claudia and Lauren all insisted on giving them a big hug.   ‘We’ve had a really fantastic time,’  said Isobel.  ‘Thank you so much.’

When they had gone,  the kitchen seemed very quiet.   ‘Do you know what,’  said Lucy.  ‘I quite miss them.’

‘ Yeah’  said Jasmine.   ‘May be we should help them do their cookery badge.’     Then she stopped and thought.

‘Mind you.  if three Brownies could cause that much mess and noise.  What could a whole pack do!’

Chapter 3 – Jasmine’s Bad Day


Once Jasmine and Lucy’s cafe began serving soup, things changed completely.

Up until then, the girls would open the cafe (otherwise known as Jasmine’s mum’s garage) on a Saturday afternoon.  Their friends had become used to meeting there, and chatting over the hot chocolate and delicious home made shortbread.

But once it became know how good the soup and bread was,  people started wanting to have their lunch at the cafe.  And it was not just their school friends who were coming, but their mums! And their dads! And neighbours!

This all meant that the girls had to work a lot harder.  They had to get up early to chop the vegetables for the soup.  They had borrowed some of Mrs Clancy’s giant pans, and  every Saturday by 11 o’clock, the kitchen would be full of the  wonderful smells of soup and baking bread.

Jasmine and Lucy then had just an hour to get the garage transformed into a cafe.  Mum let them put the radio on loud, and the two of them ran around the garage, putting up fairy lights and arranging chairs and tables whilst they both sang their heads off to their favourite songs.

They both loved being busy and were thrilled that the cafe was such a success.  They had begged Mum to let them open the cafe on a Sunday afternoon as well, but she said ‘Absolutely not.’  She said she was worried that they would tire themselves out, what with school as well.  ’Everyone needs a day off,’ she said firmly and refused to discuss the matter any further.

Jasmine was so excited about the cafe, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.  She would have opened it every day if she could.  It was so amazing that just a few months ago the cafe hadn’t even existed and now it was something everyone was talking about it.  And it was all down to her and Lucy.

That Friday night, she lay in bed waiting to fall asleep.  But she just couldn’t stop thinking – new ideas for recipes for soups, perhaps they should serve a different cake each week – and call it ‘Cake of the Week’!

It suddenly occured to her that the cafe didn’t have any menus.  Now they were serving different things, people needed to be able to see what they could choose and how much it would cost.

Very quietly so as not to wake her mum,  Jasmine climbed out of bed, switched on the light and got out her pens and sketchbook.   As she sketched out a few different ideas,   the design for the menu began to take shape.

Jasmine loved art,  and was good at it.  The problem was that she became so engrossed in designing the menu,  she didn’t notice the time go by.  When she looked at the clock,  it was almost one o’clock in the morning!

Quietly putting her pens down,  Jasmine climbed into bed and straight away fell fast asleep.

Mum’s call to get up came much too soon.  By the time Jasmine entered the kitchen,  yawning and rubbing her eyes,  Lucy had already arrived and was hard at work.

‘Morning,’  yelled Lucy cheerfully.   She was wearing a blue and green apron,  and her long blond hair was tied up in a bun.  She was kneading the dough for the bread.   Jasmine slumped down on a kitchen chair and grunted.

‘What’s up with you?’  asked Lucy.   She loved Saturday mornings in the kitchen,  especially baking the bread.  She couldn’t see what Jasmine had to be miserable about.

‘Nothing’ replied Jasmine grumpily,  and rested her head on the palm of her hand and wished she could go back to bed.  The kitchen was so warm and her head ached.   She definately did not feel like chopping vegetables for soup.

Mum put a glass of orange juice in front of her and told her to drink it.

‘I hope you didn’t stay up reading last night,’  she said.   Jasmine answered ‘no’,  almost truthfully,  and drank her  orange in silence while Lucy told her what they would be serving in the cafe that day.

‘There’s some cooked chicken in the fridge,  and so we thought we would do Chicken and Sweetcorn soup.  I’ve already chopped the onions,  so that’s the hardest bit done.   Can you rub the butter and flour together for the Shortbread.’

‘Fine’,  huffed Jasmine and dragged herself over to the fridge to get the butter.

For the next ten minutes Jasmine stood glaring into a mixing bowl,  rubbing the butter and flour together.  In fact,  she discovered it was quite a good thing to do if you were feeling grumpy,   as you can make mean expressions at the bowl and rub the butter into the flour in a really mean way.   She didn’t think any one was watching her as she snarled and scowled at the crumbs as she squished the between her fingers.    But then she looked up to see Mum and Lucy laughing at her.

‘Leave me alone!’  yelled Jasmine accross the kitchen.  Mum and Lucy responded with an ‘Wooooohhhh’ which made Jasmine even more cross.  She was having a bad day.

Things got worse when it was time to open up the cafe.   As usual a small queue had formed outside.  As they filed in through the garage door,  Jasmine spotted that the new boy in her class Samuel Foxon was among them.

Sam had only been at her school for a few weeks but had already assumed the role of most popular boy in the class,  if not the whole school.   When he was little,  his mum had signed him up with an agency to be a child model,  and this had led to a role in a television commercial.   He had loads of stories to tell about being on television and in magazines and everyone,  boys and girls,  thought he was just fantastic.   Jasmine thought he was just a bossy showoff.

It turned out that the television commercial he had been in was for toilet roll,  but that just made everyone  think he was even more hilarious and fantastic than ever.

Lucy came rushing into the kitchen.  ‘Jazzy!  Samuel Foxon’s here!   He’s sat with Mathew and Andrew from your class.’

‘I know,’  replied Jasmine disdainfully.  ‘Its no big deal.  Its not like he’s not a film star,  or anything.   He’s just a boy from our school’

‘He’s been on television.’  Lucy started to cut the soda bread into chunks,  ready to serve.

‘Advertising toilet roll!’  Jasmine spat out the words.   The arrival of Sam Foxon had done nothing to help her headache.

‘You’re only jealous,’  retorted Lucy.

‘I AM NOT JEALOUS!’ Jasmine yelled.

‘Stop arguing!’  Mum stood between the two of them.  ‘Lucy – you go and take the soda bread to the guests.  Jasmine,  the chicken and sweetcorn soup seems a bit bland.   There is a jar of minced chillies in the fridge.  Add one or maybe two teaspoons of chilli to the soup.  It should bring the flavours out a bit more.’

Lucy left the kitchen with the bread,  while Jasmine stomped off to the fridge to get the jar of chillis.   She was still cross about Lucy and the whole Sam Foxon thing.  Why did people think he was so fantastic?   He literally had a crowd of girls who followed round the playground at school.   And now,  Lucy would be joining them,   laughing at all his stupid jokes,  and going on about how wonderful he was.

‘Have you done the soup?’  asked Mum.  For a moment Jasmine wondered what she meant,  but then she said ‘yes’.

‘And have you tasted it?’  asked Mum again.  ‘Yes!’ Jasmine again replied,  even though she hadn’t.  Today she just didn’t feel like cooking.

Then Lucy rushed in, saying everyone wanted the soup.   Mum filled the bowls and handed them to Lucy and Jasmine to take out.

‘Oh Mum,  do I have to?’  whined Jasmine.

“Yes,  you do.  What is wrong with you today!’

“Nothing,’  scowled Jasmine and grabbed a bowl of soup to take out.

She walked into the cafe.  She pretended not to see Sam so she wouldn’t have to serve him,  but he called out  ’Hiya Jaz.’

‘Oh hi’  she replied,  while looking around the other tables to whom she could give the bowls of soup.  To her horror,  she realised there was only Sam who didn’t have any soup.   She turned and gave him the meanest smile the world had ever seen,  and then set the bowl in front of him.

‘It looks lovely,’  he said politely.  ‘Did you make it yourself.’

‘Yes’  said Jasmine,  before sweeping off into the kitchen.

‘That new boy Samuel seems very nice,’  said Mum.

Jasmine did not reply.

‘Don’t you think he’s nice?’  asked Mum again.

‘Samual Foxon is covered in love bites and they are all from himself,’  snapped Jasmine.

Suddenly Lucy burst into the kitchen.   ‘You better come quick.   There’s a big problem with the soup!’

All three of them went into the cafe,  to see people hopping up and down,  gasping and flapping their hands in front of their faces.

‘Its the soup.  They’re saying its too spicy,’  said Lucy.

‘Well it shouldn’t be.  Hang on,’  Mum turned to Jasmine.  ‘Jasmine – remember when I asked you to put in two teaspoons of chilli into the soup.  Which spoon did you use?’

Jasmine thought for a second,  then said ‘a teaspoon of course.  One of the small …’   Now it was her turn to gasp.  ‘Oh Mum.  I think I used the big spoon – the tablespoon by mistake.   Oh no!  I’m really sorry.’

Jasmine looked in horror at the people in the cafe,  gulping down glasses of water.   One man complained that the soup was so hot,  it was making his nose run and Lucy had to go and fetch some tissues.

‘This is a disaster,’  Jasmine groaned.

‘Not at all,’  shouted someone from behind her.  It was Samual Foxton, standing up with a spoon in the air.  ‘Oh no,’  thought Jasmine.  ‘Just when things couldn’t get any worse.’

‘I love Chilli Soup.  Its delicious!’  Sam shouted.   With that,  people started whispering   ‘Oh,  chilli soup.   Actually, its quite nice!’

At the end of the afternoon,  they had sold out of soup and shortbread and most of the customers had left.   Only Sam stayed behind to help with the tidying up.

‘ Samuel,’  said Mum.  ‘You saved the day.’

‘It was no problem at all,’  said Sam.  ‘I honestly do love chilli soup.’

‘Well if you ever want to help out here in the cafe again,  you are welcome any time.   Isn’t he,   Jasmine.’

Jasmine managed to turn the corners of her mouth up into something that resembled a smile.   This was one day that couldn’t be over soon enough.