This week, Rachel has given us this opening for our story:
‘I thought we agreed no more secrets?’
‘It was meant to be a surprise.’
He paced the room, getting angrier by the minute.
‘Well it certainly is that!’
‘ Their intentions were good.’
He stopped pacing and glared at her.
‘Their intentions were good?‘ he mimicked. ‘It’s a joke! I’ll be the laughing stock of the street!’
‘I quite like it actually,’ she said quietly.
‘Well, you would. The little darlings can do no wrong in your eyes, but why didn’t you tell me?’
‘I promised. They really thought you’d like it. Somewhere for you to relax and unwind.’
‘Relax and unwind?!’ he shouted. ‘How the hell can I do that with th…..tha…. that monstrosity looking at me!’
‘Don’t you like any of it?’ she asked.
He sighed heavily.
‘I love my garden. I enjoy to potter, pot and ponder. I had my Man Cave and my greenhouse. I could relax and unwind in my own way. Now I have crazy paving where the petunias used to be, decking obliterating my veg patch, a hammock between the apple trees and some hideous ogre pissing in a damn goldfish pond I didn’t want!’
With tears in her eyes she laughed up at him….
‘That ‘ogre’ as you put it is meant to be you. They had it specially commissioned from a photograph.’
He stared at her in disbelief.