We both agreed that a few quick garden visits do wonders for the digestion. A swift walk around Wisley to stimulate the appetite and a swift walk aroung Kew to settle the stomach. The Royal Botanic Lavatories are also very satisfactory for the elderly.
A fine lunch at the 'Indecent Pig' is always improved by the exchange of opinions. I am exceedingly fond of their Flambe du Jour, the most select cuts stir fried and served on fire. Blissful. Goose with Charlock fritters. Quite remarkable.
Gloria and I disagree about these borders. I dislike them because they lack the delicious lushness of the summer border (or stir fried goose). Gloria dislikes them because the sere stems whisper like death (and she has enough problems with voices in her head, though many of them are me).
Galanthus 'Magnet' has lingered on these rocks for decades and has formed great clumps of dangling flowers. These are well in advance of those in my own garden. Perhaps London is warmer than it felt and I have to thank all those who have turned their domestic heating up to provide this early show for us.
The Conservatory is being prepared for the great Orchid Extravaganza in February. These Vanda are still here from last year and they have grown into a remarkable screen on one of the internal walls.
Gloria, on the other hand, sees them with the myopic gaze of a photographer. She says that they look like the indent in the sand pressed by a pair of naked buttocks. I'm not sure how she knows about such things and I'm not going to ask. I can see the gleeful look in her eye while she waits for me to be outraged. I am a little too full of goose to oblige.
She now judges the age of the bulb buy the mass of the body. To her eyes, this is a fourteen stone imprint.
We retire, birthday celebrated and resented in the proper way.
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