It was an important day for Clive.
A crucial client meeting at work,
with a client on the cusp of signing a big contract.
Clive had made sure he was prepared.
But as he stood up he once again realised he'd forgotten his trousers.
Why didn't my colleagues mention this to me earlier in the day?, he thought.
Margaret loved her grandchildren.
But when they decided to play dominoes with her fine china plates
it did make relations with her daughter a little frosty,
to say the least.
On a warm spring day she skipped merrily through the daises, hair billowing in the wind.
The Daises were furious, this was their monthly picnic meet up they held in the park and they hadn't expected their teacups to be scattered by the unthinking frolics of another spring reveller.
