Geoffrey Lunn was 45 years of age, he had already married twice and divorced twice. Since his last divorce 4 years ago, he had lived alone in his house. He was not currently in work, but he lived off the windfall payments from his divorces. He carried around a pocket watch that was given to him from his last place of work as a moving away present. He kept it to remind him of the love he had for work. Right now however, his passion was gardening.
He had strong views on corporal punishment and, though he never had a child of his own, he believed that it was the only way to bring up a child right.
He emerged from the house to plant some new shoots from his greenhouse, when he noticed that a part of the hedge was destroyed.
"Oh, Drat!" he thought to himself "Blooming foxes again." He marched over to where the hole in the hedge. He inspected the hole and then turned his head to see this young boy in his garden.
"Good Grief!!!" he yelled with a start. "What are you doing in my garden?? Have you caused this???"
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