While I wait...

‘patiently’ pruning my nails to the quick.  I decide to phone

Mick and Mick our pet greenhouse aficionados.

‘Would you have any cedar wood left over to cobble together a teeny-weeny greenhouse for me?’

I have a way with words!

The two Michaels have been greenhouse erectors since leaving school; their firm shut up shop leaving them high and dry at the ripe old age of knocking on for seventy.  They had worked along side each other all those years and still call each other friends.  Who else would you want to make you a greenhouse, I ask you?

I don’t know whether Mick was shocked at hearing from me after all these years, or surprised at my straight to the jugular question, or the fact we now live blooming miles away in Shropshire.

‘Being a straight talking woman I would fully understand if you said  on your bike LL!’ Giving him what I thought a great get out of jail free card?

After the shock of the call probably he needed to go and lie down, that or adjust his pacemaker?

His reply to my ‘cobble together’ question was that wouldn’t be possible!  No surprise there as they did work for one of the top

greenhouse companies!  When he and his wife see Mick and his wife for their regular dinner date, he would find out what Mick the driver had to say and maybe they would consider putting up a greenhouse for me.

Just send me your address and postcode and I will google earth you to see your garden...

They’ll have a blooming difficult job as my garden is so small you would struggle to see it from a drone, let along a flaming satellite!

Me outside my wonderful greenhouse in Goudhurst.  I still miss that  garden.