Thursday, May 24, 2007

I don't want to go to Chelsea

That used to be one of my favourite songs, by Elvis Costello for those too young to remember.

This weekend however, I am going to Chelsea Flower Show and yes I really, really want to go. WH's business very very ocasionally has it's good side. This is one of them. One of his suppliers is sponsoring a show garden and we got tickets to go on not one but two whole days.

It's a bit of a marathon from here so we're staying up in town, not often I can write that I tell you, not least because the price of the hotel is only twice what the parking would cost! I'm planning a lovely weekend of gardening, bit of sightseeing and maybe some shopping too. Oh and WH gets to come along with his credit card too.

Just hope that daughter No 2, who is days away from giving birth, doesn't choose this weekend to get going. After I've been to the show she is allowed, but fingers crossed, not before, please.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Have a good time Jas, envy you.

Remember, the babe will get here even if you are not there.

Bring flowers to mom, she will love it.

Take care and have fun.