It was a day like any other, the sun was shining, grass growing, the typical day in suburbia. I went outside to do some gardening only to find my beloved lilies had been trampled. Who was the culprit? The local children seemed to be the likely suspects. While pondering the desecrated flowers Harrogate I decided to head inside for a quick cup of coffee to help me focus on the task at hand. Once in my sunny yellow kitchen I stood staring out of my window. As I watched my neighbor came outside, noticed the damage to my garden, and stopped. He could potentially be a witness to this botanical crime so I dashed outside to interview him. He looked guilty and quickly revealed that his sleepwalking wife woke up covered in dirt, holding a lily. We shared a laugh and it soon became a joke between the neighbors, case closed.