This is not like Desperate Housewives. An English garden is a serious business. This is not the land of manicured lawns and front yards. In England a ‘yard’ is simply a form of measurement. And garden clubs are for proper gardeners, toilers of the soil and green-fingers (yes, in England they don’t just have green-thumbs). Posh old ladies take trips to historic estates to ‘oo’ and ‘ah’ at the gardening skills of the uber-rich (although, today the skill generally comes from underpayed National Trust workers).
But this is a recession people! We don’t have the funds to go to Kew Gardens. We don’t have the luxury to spend the day gardening. Do you even know what those gardenias cost?! And just like Gaby we all came to drink anyway. Didn’t we? I don’t know about you, but I’m here for the Pimms…