Subject: Our garden
You win! If you want me to grovel to your soldier, I will. The Baker boys have let me down and Lesley Dolphin is ignoring my emails. If we are to rescue the quagmire that is our garden we need to act quickly before winter.
Subject: Death to all gardeners! I am now in a worse position than I was before you contacted me. I cancelled the gardener my wife recruited and now the ones that appeared as a result of the programme have abandoned us. Any bright ideas? From: email@example.com
Subject: Fancy a friendly lunch? I thought things were looking up after our Suffolk tryst, but you must have other things on your mind. Why not let me buy you lunch on Friday? From: firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: Help – again! Sorry, I can’t make lunch – I’m seeing an old flame actually. I would like help though. It’s all going horribly wrong both in the office and at home. The office is tricky, but home could be rescued if you know any good old Suffolk boys who want a gardening job. From: email@example.com
Subject: Another crisis! This is madness. Emma Tyme – an analyst at Stella in a past life – has been chasing me for lunch, and we met earlier. It turns out she has small boy that she says I fathered. What do I do now? To be continued…