Chapter Thirteen
Monday morning much to my disgust I had received a telephone call from a client. He had the effrontery to be cancelling his appointment! This left both Lesley and I at a loose end. Ten o’clock found us sitting once more in the garden with two mugs of coffee and a plate of biscuits. Clair was down on her knees by the start of the woodland path, hacking and trimming away at the bushes with a pair of shears. She was studiously clearing the pathway, whilst at the same time providing us with an ample view of her well striped bottom as she wiggled herself forwards. She had been cutting and hacking for half an hour and now had gathered the beginnings of a healthy mound of cut brush next to her.
Behind us the kitchen door opened and Mai walked out carrying a pile of bags, she ex
