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I found their wedding guest list in Mum ’s wedding box in the attic so I’m going to write a letter to everyone to see whether they’ve got anything connected with the wedding day that I can put in the memory box.”

    â€œBut how will you get all the stuff without your parents seeing it?” asked Honey.
    â€œUm, I hadn’t got that far,” confessed Poppy, suddenly feeling rather deflated.
    â€œMaybe my granny will help,” suggested Honey. “She loves surprises – I bet she’s got some good stuff to put in the box too.”
    â€œThat’s a brilliant idea! Let’s go and ask her now!” replied Poppy.
    The girls raced over to Bumble Bee’s Teashop and told Granny Bumble all about the plan.
    â€œWhat a lovely idea. You are a thoughtful girl, Poppy. I’m sure I have a recipe for their wedding cake somewhere. We could put that in, couldn’t we? It was a special one as they didn’t want rich fruit or chocolate cake. They had rose-scented Victoria sponge cake with soft peppermint icing and butter-cream filling. Oh, it was absolutely scrummy even if I do say so myself. I’ll frame the recipe with a photo of the cake and give you that for your box, if you like.”

    â€œOh, thank you, that would be lovely,” Poppy said, delighted. “Actually, I wondered whether it would be OK if I ask everyone to leave the special box things here with you – that way Mum won’t find out what I’m planning.”
    â€œNo problem, love. Do you mind if I ask what is bringing all this on?” asked Granny Bumble. “Is it because of Sally’s wedding?”
    â€œSort of. You see, it’s nearly Mum and Dad’s tenth anniversary and they don’t act anything like Sally and Sol do, so I’m planning a surprise date for them,” explained Poppy, not quite revealing the whole truth.
    Granny Bumble chuckled. “That sounds wonderful. And what does that entail?” she asked.
    â€œWell, Saffron thought that a yummy meal with wine and music would be the best thing. I’m going to set it out at the bottom of our garden under the big oak tree. Me and Honey are going to decorate it like a fairyland so that it is really magical – just like their wedding day,” said Poppy proudly.

    â€œIt sounds like you’ve got it all worked out. Aren’t you girls clever?” said Granny Bumble. “But who’s going to look after the twins and who will do the cooking?”
    â€œI’m going to ask Saffron to babysit – she loves taking care of Angel and Archie,” replied Poppy, “but I might need some help with the cooking . . .”
    â€œI’ll help,” offered Granny Bumble immediately. “I’m all in favour of exhausted parents having a good meal in peace. And I think I know all their favourite things. I’ll make it so it’s very easy to serve. They don’t want us hovering around while they’re having their anniversary dinner, now do they?”
    â€œI suppose not,” said Poppy, who
had
thought of spying from the tree house. However, she realized Granny Bumble was right. They needed complete privacy for their magical dinner date to work.

Chapter Seven
    POPPY WENT HOME and wrote a letter to everyone on her parents’ wedding guest list. Some were from college, which was where Mum and Dad first met. Her dad had been studying landscape gardening, and her mum had been in the year below him, studying hat making. Poppy imagined they’d had great fun back in those days when they were both students living in the big market town of Merrivale Marsh, which was about thirty miles from Honeypot Hill.

    When Poppy had finished writing all the letters, she had a sandwich for lunch, then went round to call on Honey again.
    â€œWill you help me deliver these letters?” she asked.
    â€œYeah, definitely. I’ll just tell my granny,” replied