:-s No gardeners amongst the lot of you? No green fingered, wizards of the soil anywhere to be seen? Dagnam you all for condemning me to gleaning what I can from Gardener’s Question Time. If I end up in the local loony bin because you shallow, feckless cads and cadesses forced me to watch too much Alan Titchmarsh, why I shall never forgive you.
And don’t think I’ll be sharing my prize King Edwards with you, either. Oh no.