The Perfect Neighbours

‘Morning!’ said Mrs. Carroll, trimming the bushes in her front garden.

‘Lovely day’ replied her neighbour, just returning from the supermarket, juggling her bags and bunch of keys.

‘Isn’t it just? I thought I’d make the most of it and get these done’ Mrs. Carroll chirruped, indicating her neatly pruned greenery.

‘You can do ours if you like!’ her neighbour chuckled, disappearing inside the house.

Mrs. Carroll smiled, and looked at the sky. What lovely people, she thought. We really must have them over for dinner sometime, but Fred and Rose…they’re always so busy in that back garden of theirs.