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  • I was sitting reading a book. There's a little bench where I like to settle and escape life, get a bit of air and light and switch off for half an hour away from the house.

    "Oh, we're sorry to disturb you." Came the man's voice.

    I looked up to see a woman and man dressed in hiking type clothes thick socks, sturdy shoes, anoraks.

    "Goodness. We were walking.." said the woman with him, presumably his wife, who was carrying the map and sort of bobbed her head at me "..we didn't realise we'd wandered off route. Sorry to interrupt your afternoon peace."

    "No problem." I smiled

    "Is this the way out? We'll get out of your way." The man pointed at the path beside me.

    My head was still full of the swords and dragons of my book, and I was feeling a bit confused by the deference but clearly they were following one of the local walks mapped out in my area, probably came up the canal and into the park and they seemed a bit lost.

    "You have a lovely home though, very beautiful." Said the wife.

    The light seemed a little brighter inside my dragon filled head. She was looking at the building towering behind me which is rather grand as once upon a time it was an old theological college.

    "Oh goodness! No! This is the local park." I told them. "That building is the council offices, I don't live here!"

    "Oh phew, we thought we'd wandered onto a private estate and disturbed the lady of the manor." Said the man. "It's so grand and you looked so at home."

    As they wandered off nodding and examining their map, I put down my book, looked bemused at my shabby jeans and top. Lady of the manor! Ha! I pulled out my phone. I had to tweet this!
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