Mr. Mhor Drags The Mustress to a Garden Centre

Before I start, I have to point out that there is a particularly good coffee shop at this garden centre, so it wasn’t all bad.

It’s just that I don’t really like trundling round, looking at plants and wondering why some of them are so fussy. Mr. Mhor frequently adjures me to tell him which plants I like, but when I do he invariably has some kind of excuse as to why they are not suitable for the garden at Mhor Cottage. I might as well save my breath (and energy) and just go straight to the coffee shop.

Mr. Mhor has been told many times that his esteemed wife does not like purple or pink- coloured plants. He has also been advised that messy-looking plants are not welcome at Mhor Cottage. This does not seem to stop him from buying them, though; and he then gets upset when he asks if they are admired and is told unequivocally that they are not.

In any case, I am always anxious to find out if there is any pear frangipani available in the coffee shop. Priorities, priorities.

The cake situation is what interests me at garden centres. Plants are the same wherever you go but the standard of cakes is very variable in the accompanying cafes.

(I am sure that someone will now email me to say that plants are NOT the same in all garden centres.)

Anyway. We drove forty six miles to get to this garden centre and it was the same scenario as it always is when we visit garden centres. After Mr. Mhor asked me which plants I liked and then vetoed them (on very specious grounds, in my opinion) I wandered off thankfully to the coffee shop.

There WAS pear frangipani.

After what seemed like five weeks (but was in actuality fifteen minutes) Mr. Mhor joined me and started to tell me about how he had been accidentally overcharged for some terracotta pots. It was a long, tedious story involving discounted prices and (inevitably) misunderstandings over the dimensions of the pots, which were absolutely hideous.

I waved this aside. If he was trying to conflate the Robbing Garden Centre and the Robbing Butcher, I told him he should start his own blog.

That would teach him a lesson.

Published by themustressmhor

Retired Nurse and Midwife, living in Middle of Nowhere, Argyll, Scotland.

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