It was late afternoon after a hot sticky day. After a day spent playing with his nephews he was glad to have a chance to rest while they were bathed and put to bed. He had volunteered to go down the garden and collect their s**ttered toys. As he reached the bottom of the garden a gentle rain started to fall. He quickly took shelter in the tree house and relaxed, watching the plump raindrops hitting the leaves around him. Idly looking around his eye was caught by a flutter of movement in a neighbouring garden. A woman was engaged, as he had been, in collecting abandoned toys but she had… Read more