mrs dianne kaufman

this was more than twenty years ago. My husband was going to the USA on business and the weekend was free. He asked me "what will you do over the weekend" I replied I wanted to see Adrian and Sue, old friends we rarely saw these days, living some forty miles away the other side of London. Which I did. No sooner had I arrived when a neighbour of theirs knocked on the kitchen window holding some plants from the greenhouse. I was briefly introduced and he left. The following Thursday my husband is travelling on the plane from NY with colleagues. They are playing cards and a man stops in the aisle looking at the game. After that, my husband and he exchange personal info and when asked, the man says You wouldnt know where I live, it's called Hogspit Bottom, a hamlet in Hertfordshire. My husband said, I do know it, in fact my wife went to visit there last weekend to see old friends. The man said, I know, I met her, drives a red Ford Escort. He was that neighbour holding a tray of tomato plants.