When she first moved to Garden Street, Jenna enjoyed her front-gate chats with her neighbour Esme. Indeed, every time Jenna returned home, the dear old thing would be out front, smiling, awaiting a chinwag. Turns out, however, you could lose 10 minutes to an hour engaging Esme.
It got so bad that Jenna would sometimes scale her side fence to avoid her. At other times, after parking and seeing Esme opening her door, Jenna would slide down in her seat until Esme returned inside. Ridiculous, she thought, what Esme was making her do.