this weekend has been all about smoking – a friend who’s a doctor likes the odd fag. Fact, stranger than fiction, but I’m not going to preach. And then ornamental chillis – apparently smokin hot and edible but whether you’d choose to eat them remains to be seen.
Then off to a jazz club in Manchester on Saturday night. Assuming we could just bowl up and get a table, silly me. Thankfully they managed to squeeze us in, and what a gorgeous mellow evening, chitty chatting with friends, drinking a rather smoky shiraz.
On the flower front, its bad news the English peonies and sweet william have finished for another year. Bye bye beauties and HELLO dahlia’s and gladioli.
Happy Monday everyone.