Away from his nagging wife Eileen, and the colleagues who think he is an idiot because he stutters, henpecked George finds happiness and love in a garden shed. A novel about two men who had to hide their love from a world that could not and would not accept them.
"Oh, my goodness that was a moment, breathless and world changing. A West End stage could not have surpassed the dramatic tension between two middleaged men in cardigans standing in a garden shed, lost among the flowerpots and the muddy Wellington boots."
"My Eileen was a master at spotting a guilty face. I sometimes thought she could smell it, like a ferret or a bloodhound in curlers."