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Hi, I'm Mike and I started my own gardening business in the summer of 07 which has really taken off. I'm a retired army officer who saw time with the Royal Engineers. My wife died a number of years ago and although I have a home of my own I live a vagabond style of life, if you continue to read my stories you'll understand.

Note:- It was easier to write this story from Jenny's perspective.

It was the sound of a vehicle back firing then coming to a grinding halt that made me glance up. There, through the overgrown hedge I could just make out a battered looking Nissan Pickup, long faded letters on the side of the vehicle indicated that it belonged to some Garden Services or other.

Living in a quiet country lane I was naturally intrigued by the presence of this 'foreigner'; staying hidden I heard the driver make several attempts to re-start the vehicle but to no avail. Finally with a clunk and a squeak the driver's door opened.

*quot;Bloody...fucking...thing*quot; followed by what sounded as a hefty kick into the bodywork, was quickly followed the pushbutton-tones of a mobile phone.

*quot;Hello Jim...Mike here...It's finally given out on me, I'll be bloody glad when my new one arrives. Can you send the tow-truck...Oh!...Where am I, somewhere along Reddings Lane...Yes I know it's a bloody long lane...Hang on a minute I'll see if this cottage has a name...It's Rose Cottage about a mile in from the Chalk Hill turn off...Hope that helps...Bye for now....Jesus what the fuck am I going to do now?*quot;

Again I heard the key-tones of the mobile phone.

*quot;Hi...Zoe.....I won't be able to make it today, me trucks broken down and I've got to get it to Jim's.....Yes I'm sorry.....perhaps another day?*quot;

Unable to contain myself any longer I stood up, wincing at the pain and cracking sound of my arthritic knees. All of a sudden, I wished I was dressed in something more appealing than my scruffy skirt and filthy blouse.

This man was gorgeous. His scruffy salt