Garden Maintenance
Arthur was a bit of all right. He was pushing the flymo up and down the lawn and got a tad warm so took his shirt off. I had a bit of a Lady Chatterley moment but it soon passed when my corset got stuck in the banisters.
To calm my beating heart I had a cup of tea and and settled down to watch him cut the grass and trim my bush. Pity he’s too young for me, 73 isn’t a good age for a man. And thinking about it, he is a bit saggy. Still, at least my grass is a bit neater now.