Hydrangea Rovers....

Marta and Amy walked up to Bruntsfield to visit their favourite cafe/bakery. They were disappointed to find the premises closed, with a For Sale sign above the door.

Marta peered through the window. 'There's a lot of post on the floor.' she said. 'Looks like it's been closed for a while.'

A man popped his head out of the shop next door.

'If you're looking for Mr Barton,' he said helpfully, 'I'm afraid he died.'

'Oh, no,' said Amy. 'How?'

'Got beaten to death, didn't he! Terrible thing.'

'Dear god,' said Marta, 'was it a robbery?'

The man frowned for a moment. 'A robbery? Oh I see what you mean. Noooo, he was literally beaten. Took a funny turn in the basement, and fell headfirst into his industrial mixers....drowned in a huge bowl of lemon icing. Terrible way to go,' he shook his head sadly, 'he preferred chocolate....'

Marta looked at Amy. 'Tragic' she said. 'Brings a whole new meaning to getting mixed up.'

Amy shuddered. 'Dreadful...but it's given me an idea....'