Some Sunny Day by Adam Baron

Author:Adam Baron [Baron, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2022-06-15T17:00:00+00:00

Mr Ashe must have been reading my mind!

Instead of school stuff, he’d put a note up. It said that we’d all been working so hard that we needed a break.

We were having the day off!

‘Really?’ I squealed, jostling Mum to get a look at the screen.

Mum peered closer and said, ‘You just have to do “Well-being Activities”.’

‘What like?’

‘Walking in the park or going for a jog.’

‘Or … watching Star Wars?’

‘Not watching Star Wars,’ Mum replied. ‘How about we go and look for Thread Street? Well?’

I said that was a great idea, and I went to get a sketch pad. It wasn’t the beach, quite, but at least we’d be outside, doing something different.

Mum locked up the house and we walked up towards the allotments. I was pleased to see that she seemed okay. She didn’t even make us cross the road when a dog walker approached. We just stepped to the side.

She was right, though – we looked everywhere but, just as Google Maps said, there was no Thread Street. It was really confusing, since we were definitely in the right place. Mum pointed to the little alley that we’d walked along the day before yesterday. I’d never even realised that it had a name.

‘Silk Mills Passage,’ I said, staring up at the sign. ‘So we must be getting warm. Where’s the silk mill, though?’

Mum put her hands on her hips and turned her head from side to side. She waited for the noise of a DLR train to subside, and said, ‘It must have been demolished, especially if the factory closed. A lot of stuff was knocked down after the war.’

‘But you can’t knock a street down,’ I argued. ‘Can you?’

Mum agreed that this would be very unlikely. After walking about a bit more – and going on Google Maps again – she shrugged. ‘I think we’ll just have to go round to see Albert. We’ll give him the groceries and ask him. Maybe I did get the name wrong.’

‘But we won’t tell him why we want to know,’ I insisted. ‘My picture HAS to be a surprise for Mrs Stebbings.’

Mum agreed and we walked up to the main road.

We crossed at the pelican crossing. We walked up Morpeth Hill and Mum rang the Stebbings’s doorbell. When there was no reply, she peered through the window again, like she had the other morning. Then she looked for somewhere to leave the bag of food. The only place was the greenhouse and she slid the door open. She moved the bag forward but stopped and stood up straighter.

‘Oh, look,’ she said. ‘Look at that, Cym.’

I came up behind Mum. She stood aside and there, just inside the greenhouse door, were SIX more bags of food. They must have been brought by more people from our school – all of whom cared enough to come. Mum tilted her head to the side, though I sighed. Yes, it was great to see, but if only Mrs Stebbings could see it too. Why

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