15 Mayıs 2023

My LittleGarden


Brenda and Peter had been married for about seven years. It was, in many ways, a marriage of convenience. They had sold their tiny little flat in Winchester and bought an old end of terrace house in a little place well out in the countryside. Peter was always busy at his office and it was quite normal for Brenda to be on her own most evenings until late.  The house needed a lot doing to it but their budget was not really enough to employ anyone.  Brenda began to wonder if they had made a dreadful mistake in buying the house. She felt isolated from her friends in Winchester.  She sat esat escort bayan gazing out of the lounge window imagining just how good the garden could look but alas it was not a priority.                                                                                                                                                                                 Tuesday was washing day which was quite a chore because it all had to be done by hand in an old sink that needed replacing.  Brenda was getting more and more depressed as the days went by.  Escort etimesgut She hated going out into the jungle of the garden to put her washing out on the line to dry but it had to be done. She was a little startled to hear a voice from over next doors fence wishing her a good morning it was the first time she had heard such a thing in the three months since she had moved in.  Then a friendly face appeared belonging to a gentleman of very mature years, and in that instant, she suddenly felt no longer isolated.  They chatted briefly about their etlik escort lives generally and it turned out that the gentleman was a widower and a veteran of the D Day landings in 1944.Before long the old gentleman whose name was Graham began to give Brenda things from his garden which were not only of the very best quality but everything that she wanted to grow.  One such day she invited Graham in for a coffee he stumbled on the doorstep and almost fell down but instinctively Brenda caught hold of him.  As they sat opposite each other having coffee and biscuits in the lounge she couldn’t help but notice that Graham was peeping very discreetly up her dress. She had mixed feelings about it, after all, he was a very old gentleman and he was very kindly giving her produce from his garden.                                                                                         

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