She’s in our garden again!’ Lucy called out from the kitchen.
’Who is?’ Mark sidled up, peering out of the window.
’The fiend next door. That’s the third time this morning.’
’Mrs Watson?’
Lucy glared at Mark. ’No, that cat of hers, of course. It’s about time Mrs Watson got her fence fixed.’
’Oh, she’s only exploring,’ Mark replied, wrapping his arms around Lucy’s waist, as the two of them observed Mrs Tiggy-Winkle padding up and
