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all the major newspapers,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘Then he should put up protective barriers around the display in case there is a crush.’
    â€˜To prevent people from getting hurt?’ asked Michael.
    â€˜I was thinking to prevent the chocolate getting hurt,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘but it could protect the people too. Now we have to sit out here and wait forever.’
    â€˜We could play a game to pass the time,’ suggested Michael.
    â€˜Like what?’ asked Nanny Piggins, unbending. She liked games.
    â€˜I-spy,’ suggested Michael.
    Nanny Piggins groaned. ‘I’d rather slip into a coma. I know that game. It has absolutely nothing to do with spies at all. It’s just a deceitful way to teach children spelling skills and dress it up as fun. I refuse to condone such a thing.’
    The children did not know what to say next. And Boris was not in a position to speak at all (because his head was stuck under the bench in an attempt to hide. He did not like being yelled at, even when it was only someone as unimposing as a supermarket manager).
    â€˜Twelve minutes to go,’ said Samantha, looking at her watch.
    â€˜Why don’t we see if there is anything interesting on the community noticeboard?’ suggested Michael, pointing to the public bulletin board on the wall across from them.
    â€˜I’m not allowed to get up from the bench,’ said Nanny Piggins petulantly.
    â€˜I am,’ said Michael. (He was not in the aisle when Nanny Piggins caused her scene. He was too busy reading comics in the stationery aisle.) ‘I’ll read them aloud to you.’
    This suggestion piqued Nanny Piggins’ interest. She liked the community noticeboard. She had once seen an advertisement for an aquarium, which had proved an excellent purchase. It housed her extensive cockroach collection comfortably. She liked her cockroaches to be happy and well rested, just in case Headmaster Pimplestock should annoy her and she had to drive down to the school and dump a couple of hundred of them into the glove box of his car.
    â€˜All right,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘That’s a good idea.’
    Michael went over to the noticeboard and started reading from the bottom up (he was not a very tall boy).
    â€˜Guinea pigs for sale,’ read Michael.
    â€˜Hmm,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘Guinea pigs can be useful. They are very good at impersonating rats. And if you’re patient you can train them to defuse bombs in confined spaces. But they do poo everywhere, which is a mark against them.’
    â€˜Yoga lessons at the community centre,’ read Michael.
    â€˜Stuff and nonsense!’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘I don’t need to bend my head back behind my kneecaps to relax.’
    â€˜Hey!’ protested Boris, pulling his head out from under the bench. ‘I’m teaching those yoga lessons.’
    â€˜And I’m sure they’re very good,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘for people who do need to bend their heads behind their kneecaps to relax.’
    â€˜Which is actually quite a lot of people, let me tell you,’ said Boris. ‘Modern life seems to do strange things to a human’s central nervous system.’
    â€˜Here’s one!’ said Michael. ‘Open entry for the regional chess championship.’
    â€˜Chess!’ exclaimed Nanny Piggins. ‘I hope they’ve got paramedics with defibrillators on stand-by, just in case anyone’s heart stops beating out of boredom. Could there be anything more dull?’
    â€˜What about ‘I-spy’?’ asked Derrick provocatively.
    â€˜Hah!’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘Chess makes I-spy look like laser tag. And I mean real laser tag, played with lasers so powerful they could melt a house brick.’
    â€˜That’s a shame,’ said Michael, still looking at the noticeboard.
    â€˜What do you mean?’ asked Nanny Piggins.
    â€˜The prize