A middle aged couple.

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"Woah!", someone says.

With a smile, you turn to the source of the noise. A middle aged man and woman were walking past, but are now staring at you with wide-eyed astonishment. You recognise them, vaguely, as your neighbours from two doors down. You don't know their names. The man is smiling broadly, and the woman... well, you were expecting disdain, perhaps, but her looks appears measuring.

_"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" _she demands.

"Trimming my bush." you reply.

"Looks plenty trimmed to me." the man quips. The woman slaps him on the arm.

"Is your mother making you do this?" she asks.

"Nope. Just felt like it.", you proudly respond.

"Now Martha, it's none of our business." the man says.

"Well Arthur, I had to ask!" Martha replies. _"You hear so many horror stories nowadays...", _she argues.

"Really, it was my idea." You say. "It's quite enjoyable.", you declare.

_"Hmm, really?" _says Martha. "Well, I have to say that our garden is in a sorry state at the moment. Would you be interested in doing some work for us, perhaps? We'd be willing to pay.", she offers.

_"You're the best wife ever." _Arthur says to her.

"And you're the worst gardener ever." Martha retorts. "I just want the work done, and she seems to know what she's about."