The headphones were borrowed and far too small. The sides of his head were uncomfortably hot and a tingling sensation was beginning to affect his ears. Despite this discomfort he continued to listen intently while swinging the end of the long rod over the rich, newly seeded earth.
It was Tuesday afternoon and the last Lady of Shallot had been deadheaded and inspected for greenfly. Colonel Arnold Blotson, retired, was now ready for the four judges of the Best Garden of Tickles Green.
It all began and ended with a paper cup flying through the air. It was the only thing that left the ground that morning for the aircraft had come to a shuddering halt on the taxiway to the main runway for reasons unbeknown to the passengers