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‘Here, we’ll take the croissants inside to warm them in the oven,’ said Tom. The stove was the only thing their family had changed when they had moved into their house. Tom had insisted on a new, super-dooper, stainless-steel stove with six gas burners and a gigantic, fan-forced oven. It was his pride and joy.
Saffron wondered how long it would take for everyone to wake up. A cheeky, bearded, troll-like man called Holger was up first. When he used the hand-basin he spied Saffron’s old water-pistol sitting there.
‘C’mon, Rise and shine ye slack bastards! Tom’s got brekkie on, can’t let it get cold!’ and with that he aimed with deadly precision at his mates. He only gave up his devilish tricks when some of his companions caught him by the legs, sat on him and confiscated the weapon. By that time everyone was awake.
Charles emerged, half asleep, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, singlet and skull-jewellery. Angie, with bloodshot eyes and tousled hair, was dressed in fluffy slippers and an ancient, purple caftan. Then came Athol and Patrick from the guest bedroom, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, looking as slick and well-pressed as ever, especially compared to the bikers - most of whom had been sleeping in their clothes.
Breakfast was a party in itself as they spilled into the backyard and tucked into chipolata sausages, bacon and egg sandwiches or hot croissants with jam. Then the bikers collected all the dirty cups and plates, took them into the kitchen and washed up.