I must mention the garden, which was virgin ground, having been farmland. In the garden was a rusty old bedstead, which we chucked into next door (which is probably how we got it in the first place). The Chadwicks, in turn, chucked it into the next garden until, presumably, it rested in peace somewhere!
The middle-aged lady who lived in the house at the back of ours, grew very good Chrysanthemums, which she exhibited at the local show. I thought I would grow some too, so I prepared a piece of ground, which I laced with the water in which I had soaked Gordon's nappies. When my plants flowered, the blossoms were as big as someone's head, they were magnificent!
To my shame, I remember thoroughly enjoying the sight of that lady's jaw dropping when she compared her flowers with mine. I didn't show mine, but I don't think my neighbour ever forgave me, a first-timer, growing bigger blooms than hers. She was probably glad when we moved!
The only time Brian tried gardening was when he decided to do a bit of digging. Unfortunately he dug a patch I had already planted seeds in. I was not pleased...!
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