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never smokes in the house.”
    â€œOh look,” said Sonya, “ here’s the Animacion team. Well I’m presuming its them, they’ve got “entertainer” written on the back of their fleeces.
    Suddenly, very lively music started pumping out of the loud speakers and a cheery faced young man with his brown hair standing up like a porcupine, jumped up on the stage with a microphone in his hand.
    â€œHi kids, I’m Mikey. Welcome to our Mini disco!,” he cried in a very Scouser accent. “Over there is Susanne and she’s from DENMARK! Give Susanne a cheer!”
    The children, who had started to group in front of the stage, started screaming and jumping about, while a girl with white blonde hair in a yellow top and dark blue jogger bottoms took a bow and joined Mikey on the stage.
    â€œAnd last but not least is, Damion. He’s from GERMANY! Give Damion a cheer!” Again the children jumped up and down and made a terrible noise, as a man in his late twenties, who looked to be more Italian than German, with his long dark hair tied back into a pony tail and his full lips parted in a wide smile that showed a set of white flashing teeth, jumped on stage to be with the others.
    â€œWe are the ANIMACION team!”, they shouted and the kids went wild again!
    â€œI don’t know how they put up with screaming children every night,” said Paul to Greg, as they each sipped from their glasses of whisky looking over to the scene, which had subsided slightly, since the team was explaining to the children how to do the actions of Agadoo. “They need medals,” agreed Greg. “I don’t know, children seem to be more boisterous nowadays since my kids were small.”
    â€œI believe it’s something to do with colouring, additives and something called E’s. That’s what Cheryl tells me anyway. She’s always looking at packets in the supermarket and having a look at the ingredients. You know I used to love eating ready meals, but she never buys them nowadays.”
    â€œWell, I think Evan and Jack must have eaten a bucketful of additives today then, by the way they’re running around the place. I’ll have to get Sonya to get up and dance with him, otherwise he may as well be taken up to bed.”
    â€œYes, you’re right, I’ll come with you,” said Paul reluctantly, stubbing out his cigar in the ashtray.
    ***
    Jenni and Lucy sat at the far end of the bar, away from the noise the children were making. They both perched on a red plastic covered stool.
    Lucy had changed into a pair of black wide legged trousers and a fluffy pale blue long sleeved top, her high heeled sandals were ornamented with imitation silver diamantes and she had let her gold highlighted hair fall onto her shoulders. She sipped on a glass of pina colada and complimented Jenni on her dress.
    â€œWhere did you buy it from Jenni?” she asked. “I can never get things to fit me properly like that. I always need to have the shoulder straps adjusted because the top is too tight or sagging. I think I must be between sizes when it comes to the bust.”
    â€œI got it from a place in Bolton. It sells lots of nice dresses, mostly occasion wear. My father paid for it. Funnily enough for when my mother got married for the third time. I wore it for the evening do she had at the Moat House. Everyone said I looked good in it, so I thought I would bring it with me on holiday. Dad’s really good to me, he slips me a bit of money when I visit him. Says it’s because he’s not at home to give me pocket money.”
    â€œLucky you,” said Lucy. “My parents never treat me. Only on Christmas and birthdays do I get something from them. My Granny does though and it was because of her that I managed to get over here. The little love had been saving for me in a Post Office account, since I was a toddler.”
    Lucy went on to tell Jenni how she had