Little Arrows.

She was standing by the gate at the bottom of my driveway being held at bay by my German Shepherd Sadie. ”Can I help you?” I asked, struggling to hold the dog back and speaking loudly trying to make myself heard above the excited barking.

The woman smiled nervously at the dog and said something I couldn’t hear.

“Be quiet Sadie!” I shouted, “ I will just put the dog on the chain,” I added, taking Sadie by the collar and dragging her up the drive, “won’t be a sec.”

When I returned she was standing inside the gate waiting. She was very attractive,  dressed in a well tailored light blue suit accentuating her perfect figure. Her auburn hair was shoulder length and shone with healthy vitality in the early springtime sun. Her hazel eyes smouldered as she looked at me and my heart melted. I greeted her warmly smiling, ”Good morning. What a lovely day,” I said.

She smiled at me, her luscious lips parting to reveal perfect teeth. “Good morning,” she replied and at the sound of her soft gentle voice my knee’s turned to jelly.

“How can I help you?” I squeaked.

“My name is Ruth,” she said, her voice a gentle purr. “I’m from the council planning department. We have received a complaint.”

Those words quickly knocked me from my pathetic lovelorn stupor, “I am not prepared to talk to you at this time,” I told her as I escorted her back down the drive to the gate. It was the end of the quickest love affair in history. Although I have to say that as I watched her walk away I couldn’t help noticing how her high heeled shoes accentuated her perfect calves!

And that my friends was the day my troubles with the council began.