Today, I sat under a tree in the park to eat my lunch.
I was busy reading my newspaper when an old man with a white beard walked up to me. Slightly hunched, he was pushing a granny’s shopping trolley and wearing a purple raincoat.
“Excuse me,” he said gently. “You seem to have a bit of tree on your head.”
Upon which, he reached out and plucked a leaf from my hair.