hil glanced at the headlines of the local paper open on the polished mahogany table, and then called up to his wife.
“I’m off now, darling. What are you doing today?”
“Having lunch with Gemma and the grandkids,” came the answer as his wife appeared at the head of the stairs, still in her silk dressing gown. “I hope your first day goes well, Phil. Remember, it’s a jungle out there!”
Phil laughed at the old joke which dated back to his glory days as director in a large city zoo in the north, and closed the front door behind him. He sniffed the morning air. The garden was looking wonderful. He and his wife had a ...