– What this garden needs is a couple of statues, my father said one day.
He was standing in the back garden, looking at his horticultural empire. My mother was sitting on the garden bench, drinking a cup of tea and skim-reading a newspaper.
– That’s a good idea, she said. Let’s go to the garden centre and see what they’ve got.
My father cleared his throat and shuffled his feet.
– I was thinking more along the lines of making them myself.
My mother’s smile faded.
My father took this as encouragement. Read more…
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