“Thank you,” she said.
“And thank you,” he replied with a small nod of his handsome head.
OMG, he was fit! Before she could see him again she had a small mission. She threw on a track suit and jogged to the village stores. Luckily no one knew who she was. She selected a birthday card. The selection was pretty naff. She wanted something funny or at least a Purple Ronnie. In the end she chose a picture of a Labrador g*n dog with simply the words “Happy Birthday.” She scampered back to the house and added her own thoughts; “To my one-year-elder welder.” She hoped he would laugh. Her hand hesitated as she signed “Shannon.” Could she, should she add a kiss? She knew she shouldn’t. So, she did and sealed it. She opened his card to find a picture of the village green and cricket pitch. Inside h
