“What on Earth happened here?” Mark asked as he walked into the living room and saw the floor strewn with autumnal leaves.
“Yes, sorry.” Helen shook her head. She was on her knees in the middle of the living room, orange and red leaves sprouting from her fisted hands. “I picked them all up at the park for school tomorrow, but the black bag burst and well, you can see what happened.”
“Need a hand?”
“Oh, yes please, love.” Helen grinned as her husband hung up his coat.
“What are you going to do with all these at school, then?” Mark asked as he grabbed a handful of crinkly leaves.