For the final time, this is “King Wickedtongue”, bloodied but not beaten. Last week, I was taken to the cleaners regarding the large number of points I shed. I note since then that the wind and rain have kept keen gardeners indoors. I know that crofter has been forced to take shelter more often than he would wish. When he asked me if I shared his hobby, I had to respond “NO WAY! You must be having a larf”.
I suppose that I should show more interest in gardening since, when I was young, my father worked as a full-time gardener! Every year, he would attend the local Flower Show at Shrewsbury. You’d be surprised with the lengths gardeners would go to delay/advance flower development so that there exhibits reached perfection at the appointed time. I do remember that all his spare time was spent on his allotment and there were always fresh flowers and vegetables in the home.