The umbrella and story unravels

Readers will recall the saga of my garden parasol.

My neighbour E had it. She declined my invitation for a barbecue as she is a vegan and offered me a tomato plant.

To show that vegans don’t hold the rights on being picky I declined her gift on the grounds I don’t like tomatoes.

Not true by the way.  I particularly like the flavour of the cherry variety.

Yesterday I saw her in her garden and we had a conversation. It transpired the umbrella unfurled, flew over her fence, and struck a post in the middle of her garden.

She had some difficulty closing it because of its size but, once done, secured it in her garden.

She told me that she is a writer (like me) and poet. My hunch is that she is a divorcee and acquired the flat out of the settlement. I introduced her to my cat Cassius who, as self-styled head of security, knew of her anyway.

She seemed a perfectly pleasant woman and we both issued further apologies.

A flying parasol is a dangerous article and my gardener has now secured it in a pot.