First draft of "Tax Avoidance"

Inspiration from randomly turning the radio on and writing about the first thing I heard. This is actually my second attempt as turning on Radio 4extra produced the following "Martian Martians. Riding Martian bicycles." SciFI is definitely not my genre, so I turned to Radio 4 News and there was an item on tax avoidance. Not sure if I could make anything of that but gave it a shot

A gnawing wind funnelled down Castlegate as if intent on ripping the clothes off the Christmas shoppers. They in their turn were holding coats and scarves close to deny the onslaught. An elderly gent with a distinct military bearing was tackling the wind head on, towing a small girl behind him. Her padded jacket and trousers made her look like an over large stuffed toy, incongruous next to his long black woolen coat and bright shiny black shoes.

“I'm cold Grandy can we go to Starbucks for a hot chocolate?” the little one pleaded, catching sight of the coffee shop on the next corner.

“Certainly not with those tax avoiding b's” replied her great Grandfather, remembering just in time to moderate his languauge for his darling Lydia, “we'll go somewhere much nicer”

Two minutes later they were pushing open the ornate door of Brucciani's tea rooms and were embraced by the gush of warm chocolate, coconut scented air. A wide eyed Lydia gave a contented sigh.