Here in England, we have the most magnificent gardens. Of course we do. It rains 366 days a year, well this year anyway, as it is leap year. Our gardens are lush, green and simply fab. Having a garden here is like having a child. You care for it, weed out the bad stuff, keep it trim and adorn it with flowers.
People’s gardens are a source of pride, a talking point, it is just the bees knees-if you know what I mean. I mean, the UK is so garden-rific that there is actually a county that is called ‘The Garden of England’. That would be Kent. And the grass grown there is actually shipped to other nations. For real. I don’t lie. Much. I hear some people in this land have artificial turf for grass. Those people are weird people. They sweep instead of mow and they plant nothing. But I must admit, their grass looks good. And lets face it, the grass is always greener on the other side.