What had all that self-doubt malarkey been about? I pushed the heavy gate open and closed it behind me. It wasn’t like me to over-analyze things; life was far too short to agonize over my career choice or to worry about the state of my relationship. Or anything else for that matter. Far better to just go with the flow. I loved my life and, anyway, no one really had the perfect job and the perfect partner. Charlie and me were fine. No, better than fine – we were great, we made each other happy and we had a laugh together. And that was what made us so well-suited. I half-walked, half-ran along the road towards Charlie’s plot and waved to Peter, the allotment committee chairman, as he appeared at the pavilion door fastening the buttons of his anorak. ‘Afternoon, Freya. It’s a cool breeze, isn’t it? I think we might be in for a light frost tonight.’ He pulled a tweed flat cap out of his pocket and settled it on his balding head. ‘Hi, Pete, yes it is a bit chilly,’ I smiled, supressing a giggle.
