I was fuming when I saw the mess in what had previously been a very tidy back garden.  The culprit was obviously my father and I waited for him to come home so I could give him “what for”.

However, when the key turned in the lock and the door opened, it was David Morrissey who ‘came home’.  Not only did I instantly forgive his untidy ways, but I also leapt into his arms and snogged him for a whole Saturday afternoon.