A tough call !

Once a year those fellow villagers with pretty gardens open them to the public in aid of charity. Having one of the finer gardens , as we do, " 'er Indoors " has our gardener working nights to get it all in tip top trim ( the connection between the work we give him and the fact that drives a new Range River and owns a farmhouse in Capri is not likely to be coincidental ). I normally lock myself in my study with a bottle of whisky and a box of cigars, rather than watch the grockles fall into the ponds, trip down the ornamental steps or flatten the flower beds, but this year I am spoiled for choice as an alternative. In the pub last night I discovered a newcomer to the village who, like myself, is a published author on the subject of military aviation. So, we have agreed to meet up for Sunday lunch in the pub, and then rock down to his place for a few bottles of vino and a pleasant afternoon of watching aviation DVDs