There’s life in her yet !

A moving mound making muttering sounds – like a Titan in a sea of sedges

Rump to the sun, nose to the ground – a wake of weeds wrenched from the hedges

Old Granny Chappell sidled up to the house – oblivious to startled observation.

The neighbour thus baulked with the hose he did douse and there she emerged

dripping in consternation !

Shamed apologies sincere and many chores later he now thus smitten tends to her weeds ;

and she to his appetites caters !


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