Honoured to be invited the grand opening of a newly re-furbished garden however - a little surprised to be greeted on the drive with scissors. There was me thinking these were friends of ours. But no, scissors were thrust into my hand and I was told you will need these, you have to go round the side.
OK then, round the side we go.
Round the side we were greeted with paparazzi* and there was an air of expectation. The expectation being that I say a few short words to ‘open the garden’ and also cut the bloody great yellow ribbon across the back gate - hence the need for scissors. Small sigh of relief.
I launch into a speech to honour the occasion only to he heckled by the paparazzi to get on with it. I dutifully get on with it and cut the ribbon in one quick snip - an we were in. Kudos to the paparazzi for catching the quick snip.
It was indeed a slate of the art garden, no not a typo. friends had persuaded the preceding lumps of concrete to depart, and be replaced with far more attractive slate. Lovely. All kept in place with rather attractive sleepers. Unusually blazing sunshine accompanied our afternoon of elderflower cordial, coriander pesto and rather nice BBQ cooked offerings.
*Antony with his iPhone
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