Just her little joke

The aroma of pie can often be detected in our house come Saturday lunchtime. Curiously, given the recession and all, a batch of bakeries have opened in our local area and one of these serves exceedingly good pies. Or so they are pronounced by our resident expert who consumes one most weeks. Last Saturday, he announced that he was off for "a pie". He said it in his best Bolton accent - dear reader, you'll have to practise that out loud to get the full impact of the followin....

Without blinking, Alice stretched her hands up into the air and looked to the ceiling. "Up high", she intoned.