Jack Smith was in his front garden when Marsha got into her car and drove off, he shook his head  "A shame such a pretty young thing has so much stress" he said to him seld and he carfully pulled out the young nettle before throwing it in his wheel barrow. At sixty years old he was still quite spritely for his age and spent most of his time either gardening or doing cross words. He had lived on his own for four years ever since his wife had died of cancer, his daughters visited him when they could but most of his time was spent by him self.<br/><br/>Sighing he went back into the house for a mcuh needed sit down and a cup of tea.