Oh how the doubters crowed when, in 2003 I planted a selection of bulbs (that my Granny had sent) upside down. Oh how they laughed when nothing at all happened that spring, and they pointed as each day I would sit, waiting, imploring the soil to render some colour, some shape, some anything. And they scoffed the following spring when Granny had to send more bulbs and a letter where she'd drawn a picture of a bulb with 'top' and 'bottom' written on it. Yeah, yeah, funny.
But who's laughing now? Now that minor technicality is resolved my garden surely rivals Kew Gardens. I may start charging for tours. It must be 1/50 of an acre, and I would throw in a fruit tea as a bonus. The footballs in the foreground can be also utilised beyond the hedge for proper 5 a side.
Ziggy sometimes pops in as a sort of unofficial tour guide.
This is at no extra charge, other than the obvious.
3 comments:
nice garden. i like the cat tour guide concept. perhaps i can get Pickle to do start doing my laundry.
Wow, you got nothing on me ;)
I may not know much about cricket but I do know a lousy outing when I see one. That was particularly sad yesterday. Nice one, Flintoff, thanks for playing!
Welcome to the world of an England sports supporter. I predicted this a couple of posts ago, including Fred's lack of runs, but it never makes it any easier.
After some of our players have been found in a nightclub (celebrating?)(http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/england/6461975.stm), I'm now supporting Bangladesh. They're dynamic!
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