There was a knock on the door...

...and she ran off to answer it.  We hear "Hi, I've been a twit and locked my keys in my car, do you have a wire coat hanger?"  She twitters and skips off to have a look.  Sadly no wire coat hanger was to be found so off he went.  She padded to the window where with a mournful look she gazes upon his retreating back.  Wind blew through his dark hair, blue jean hugged his legs.  It really was tall, dark and handsome.

She kept her eye on him as he attempted to unlock his car on the street and then seek the help of neighbors.  She laments that she didn't do mechanical training.  Her face reflects the colour of her shirt when asked by her siblings what she is doing drooling on the window.

Suddenly she discovers a way to get closer, the wheelie bins need bringing in. So off she skips, to collect the bins, never done before, but really when you have the inspiration and possibility of being noticed - why not?!

Amazing too how usually you can bring in 2 bins at once but when maximum exposure is necessary you need to take them individually.

Sadly I report that once car was unlocked he toddled off.  Could't tell if there were any backwards looks, but I do know there was a sadness and breaking of heart from her.

 The car in discussion, the handsome man in distress

 Check out the grin!

Oh and again...really!