This is not my wife but the next door neighbour who is the most mental woman ever. For this story you have to understand I have no idea where our local Brownies are based and I am not God.
The other night she knocks on the back door and asks to speak to my wife. I tell her that she cannot as my wife is out at work. So she says "Richard, you might be able to help? Do you think I have enough time to pick Emma up from Brownies, if I walk, before it starts raining?"
She wants it mate, clear as day, she waited til your wife was out but didn't plan a proper question to ask. Any pics?