I was strimming my folly early this morning oblivious to all sounds when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped and almost strimmed the knees off the six foot blond Adonis standing in front of me as I swung round. I was immediately conscious that I was wearing wellington boots, long apron over my dress and safety goggles. Not a good look. He was very charming but sadly not my Milk Tray man* but the man from the water board.
“Have you got a leak?”
“No, but I know someone who has.”
Two days ago we found a lake in our barn. At first we thought it must be an underground spring but then discovered that Philippe’s main water pipe was leaking. All sorted now.
(*From 1968 to 2003, Milk Tray chocolate was advertised by a tough James Bond style figure who undertakes daunting 'raids' to surreptitiously deliver a box of Milk Tray chocolates to a woman. The original tagline was And all because the lady loves Milk Tray)