had a full head of dark hair receding slightly at the temples, he looked like he was in good shape. His wife Jane was in many of the photos, she was a stunning blond woman, had to be aged somewhere in her forties judging by what her sister had told Anna, but she didn't look a day over thirty five. She was always beautifully dressed, not a hair out of place and looked the picture of happiness in all the photos. Her arm nearly always linked possessively through that of her husband's. On further investigation Anna discovered that Jane wasn't just arm candy for her husband, she had a degree in biology and chemistry and had in her younger days been a teacher. Her name was also linked to a lot of charities, everything from children's charities to homeless shelters. And she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, she was pictured handing out meals to the homeless in London on Christmas day and washing the dishes after. She also ran in the London city marathon last year for the RSPCC.
Anna was so engrossed in her research that she didn't hear the knock on the door until it opened and Boozy, her golden Labrador bounded in followed by her neighbour Jamsie.
“God Jamsie, you gave me a fright, creeping up on me like that.” Anna said petting her dog vigorously behind the ears
“Sorry” Jamsie laughed. “What have I told you about locking your back door, anyone could walk in. Has your visitor gone? She stopped earlier asking for directions, nice looking woman, very polite.”
“So it was you she asked for directions, she said she got a bit lost” Anna said emphasising Lost. Jamsie was the local signpost turning vigilante. “If you left the signposts turned the way they were meant to be maybe people wouldn't be getting lost.” She was always admonishing him about it but he never changed. He was a good neighbour though and not much escaped his notice. “I'm off to London in the morning Jamsie, will you keep an eye on things here and feed Boozy for me.”
“Of course I will, sure you don't even have to ask. Them robbers won't get past me. You mind yourself over there. How long will you be gone?” Jamsie for all his easy going attitude was a bit of a worrier and he was very fond of Anna.
“Hopefully only a week or so” Anna replied. “God it's nearly two, I'll make us some sandwiches and heat up that soup. Better feed Boozy too, don't want him to think he has to survive on a diet of Guinness.” She was referring to Jamsie's habit of going to the pub ordering a pint for himself and a half for the dog. She had wondered when she first got him why when he came back from his ramblings that he always smelt of alcohol. Jamsie had sheepishly admitted that he had been giving the dog Guinness. So the dog's name had been changed from Shep to Boozy.
The following morning Anna got up early, fed Boozy, locked up and headed to the Airport. Her flight was on time so it wasn't long before she was seated on the aeroplane and headed to Gatwick. After clearing customs on the other side Anna went up to the Hertz car hire desk and collected the keys to her car. She had no trouble finding the car in the allotted space, she unlocked it stored her luggage in the boot and sat in. It had a Sat Nav so she switched it on and keyed in the address Eva had written down for her. As she didn't fancy getting stuck in the motorway traffic and absolutely hated those enormous lorries thundering past her, she avoided motorways as much as possible and took the smaller roads through Tunbridge Wells and then on to Ashford and from there it was only another forty minute drive to Eva's home, she lived close to Canterbury. The English countryside was beautiful at this time of the year and she loved the drive past the fields of crops growing on either side of the road, stopping only once to allow a herd of cows to cross the road to the field on the other side. The
Anna was so engrossed in her research that she didn't hear the knock on the door until it opened and Boozy, her golden Labrador bounded in followed by her neighbour Jamsie.
“God Jamsie, you gave me a fright, creeping up on me like that.” Anna said petting her dog vigorously behind the ears
“Sorry” Jamsie laughed. “What have I told you about locking your back door, anyone could walk in. Has your visitor gone? She stopped earlier asking for directions, nice looking woman, very polite.”
“So it was you she asked for directions, she said she got a bit lost” Anna said emphasising Lost. Jamsie was the local signpost turning vigilante. “If you left the signposts turned the way they were meant to be maybe people wouldn't be getting lost.” She was always admonishing him about it but he never changed. He was a good neighbour though and not much escaped his notice. “I'm off to London in the morning Jamsie, will you keep an eye on things here and feed Boozy for me.”
“Of course I will, sure you don't even have to ask. Them robbers won't get past me. You mind yourself over there. How long will you be gone?” Jamsie for all his easy going attitude was a bit of a worrier and he was very fond of Anna.
“Hopefully only a week or so” Anna replied. “God it's nearly two, I'll make us some sandwiches and heat up that soup. Better feed Boozy too, don't want him to think he has to survive on a diet of Guinness.” She was referring to Jamsie's habit of going to the pub ordering a pint for himself and a half for the dog. She had wondered when she first got him why when he came back from his ramblings that he always smelt of alcohol. Jamsie had sheepishly admitted that he had been giving the dog Guinness. So the dog's name had been changed from Shep to Boozy.
The following morning Anna got up early, fed Boozy, locked up and headed to the Airport. Her flight was on time so it wasn't long before she was seated on the aeroplane and headed to Gatwick. After clearing customs on the other side Anna went up to the Hertz car hire desk and collected the keys to her car. She had no trouble finding the car in the allotted space, she unlocked it stored her luggage in the boot and sat in. It had a Sat Nav so she switched it on and keyed in the address Eva had written down for her. As she didn't fancy getting stuck in the motorway traffic and absolutely hated those enormous lorries thundering past her, she avoided motorways as much as possible and took the smaller roads through Tunbridge Wells and then on to Ashford and from there it was only another forty minute drive to Eva's home, she lived close to Canterbury. The English countryside was beautiful at this time of the year and she loved the drive past the fields of crops growing on either side of the road, stopping only once to allow a herd of cows to cross the road to the field on the other side. The