Josh Widdicombe

Can you give that to this person because that's the receipt.

So stuff was getting dropped off all the time and kids love a little job.

So that's what I'm imagining.

I get it.

Anyway, so one curious child had a peek inside an envelope marked From Pools to Avon.

It's not Nuddy Picks, is it?

What they found instead was not... Lacy underwear.

Not what anyone would call standard correspondence.

It was a handwritten poem.

Oh, no.

Enthusiastic, unfiltered, and very much not meant for young eyes.

Oh, no.

Describing one of their recent rather less than subtle alfresco rendezvous.

Oh, my word.

That child, understandably shocked and fascinated in equal measure, did what children do best, told everyone and showed them.

The secret didn't stand a chance.

Within what felt like minutes, the whole estate knew.

The accidental meetings, the suspicious timing of the envelopes, it all clicked into place.

What had been quiet speculation had turned into full-blown revelation.

And the ending, almost as bold as the story itself, not long after the truth came out, both of them left their respective partners and set up home together.