Extramarital Parking by the Village Green
It's amusing, sometimes, to look out of my window while I'm working (yes, I do work occasionally) to see the odd Golf turn up and park by the green. The lone female driver just sits in it until, a short while later, a company 'Beemer' rolls on behind and stops.
Out she pops, mobile still in hand, and walks to the passenger side, gets in without a word and off it drives. Sometimes she pecks him on the cheek across the Tiptronic and sometimes she doesn't even say a word.
They know each other well, haven't got a dog to walk, and you just wonder where their destination lies and what their business is about.
Some of you might be thinking 'an Al Khaeda cell, IN SWINBROOK!' but somehow my imagination conjours up a married fellow, overweight wife (3 children) and this foolhardy, lurvelost, woman who thinks he's going to leave the family and boat across the Med with her in eternal bliss. She's obviously not studied divorce settlements, yet.
Anyway, as long as they're happy and no one is hurt, I'm all for it. I may be wrong and she is the married one (more likely, really, as he is probably divorced already and that's why they're not in the Med) and she will have to get back to the ironing and drudgery that brought her to the village green in the first place.
They are not the only clandestine operation taking place here. I've even seen someone I knew (not biblically) from around here and she wasn't meeting her partner of many years, that's certain.