How much is your garden worth?
I went over to see my mum yesterday. It was Mothers’ Day. We gave her chocs (Box of lavender and geranium truffles and an oversized milk chocolate ladybird with cardboard legs that we attached to the carrier bag) and floral tributes (lilies and stocks). Danny was fast asleep when I left so I had to forge his signature on his card (rather badly I fear). I remembered that he always does a long line of kisses in rather a faint hand and think that I got those spot on. She smiled at them. My mother has been ill so I didn’t stay long. If...
read moreThe Penultimate Paramour and the fur lined Wellingtons
When my elderly aunt died, I inherited her fur lined Wellington boots. They were too big for me but I thought that they might come in handy one day. They were knocking about in the barn for a year or so before I realised that they might suit John Coe, the slim light framed man who helps me in the garden. They were a perfect fit. He was delighted. The cottage was a weekend retreat for me and The Penultimate Paramour at that time. A tall, large framed man with size 12 feet. He would lie in bed as I enjoyed the crack of dawn coffee and chat with...
read more
FD