Out walking yesterday morning I found myself ducking under the tree branches overhanging the public footpath. “Why don’t the council do something about this? They could have someone’s eye out!” thought I in my typical grumpy Points Of View/Daily Mail Letter Writer inner voice.
A happy notion struck me then: “What if the trees aren’t overgrown at all? What if they’re just reaching down to give me a high-five?”
It was early enough that there was a lot of car traffic going by, although all of it was coming from behind me. No-one could identify my face (only my distinctive silhouette, clothes and gait).
Grinning, I reached up and high-fived the trees back.
To have been found out would’ve been a disgrace