Mrs Thompson
Mrs. Thompson It was a friday morning and beautifully sunny too without a cloud in the sky. I pulled into Mrs. Thompson’s drive-way ready for what should of been half a days work flooring out a loft space. I parked up and rang the doorbell thinking about getting this job done quick so I could have the rest of the day off. A beautiful lady who I assumed was Mrs. Thompson because I had only spoke to her over the phone, answered the door. Now Mrs. Thompson was at a guess, early thirties and...