So I have wandered up the lane occasionally. F followed me one day. Bother! She’s not supposed to know that I go along to the common. I tried to hide in the undergrowth at the edge but when our eyes met I knew she could see me.
Think fast.
She didn’t look cross. OK, I’ll just saunter out like she’s won at hide’n’seek in the backyard and we always play it here – perfectly normal.
Now that we have an allotment, I have an excuse to wander up the lane and make regular tours of inspection.
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