[babycakes]

A gruff, unkempt woman in glasses and a baggy shapeless T shirt arrives, waving a rather smelly and grubby j-cloth. "Panic over, I'm here now and this is MY kitchen. I have a great recipe for Cherry Flapjacks. I make them with blood, sweat and tears." She does too.

The assembled customers mutter "Oh ****, it's Carole" under their breath, whilst smiling winningly at her and announcing as a group that she deserves her place behind the counter more than anyone else and all the other staff should donate their wages to Class War immediately.