Mr Adam lived in a moderately small apartment up in a reasonably tall stone and mortar building. he lived alone.
He had always been a lonely man and now that he was retired from work (at age 39!) he was more lonely than ever. There were two loves in Mr Adam's life.
One was the flowers he grew on his balcony. They grew in pots and tubs and baskets, most of which are probably just out of shot, and in the summer the little balcony became a riot of colour. Mr Adam has also just noticed he appears to have a hunchback. This is due to years of slouching and not sitting or standing up straight as well as bending over all the darned time looking at plants, animals and hunting for fossils.
Mr Adam's second love was a secret he kept all to himself.
(in this story it's not cheese or Tidgy either).
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