He used to practice in his garden I walked past the landing window one day, glancing out over the garden — and the neighbours’ garden beyond. The man of the house next door was busy, building himself what appeared to be wooden-sided raised beds to grow his plants in. I watched for a moment as he furiously sawed at planks, drilled holes and hammered nails. You’d think he’d have enough of that in his day job! I said to myself, but out loud. Loud enough for my daughter to over
