Today I told Mr and Mrs du Maurier that it is now illegal to grow cotoneaster. Not content with one little untruth, I went on to warn them that there were a newly formed arm of the secret service called the Cotoneaster Police. These law enforcers arrive unannounced with chainsaws and flame throwers.
It is feared that automatic entry into heaven is becoming less and less likely. In my defence I was inflicted with an over active imagination, which is hardly my fault. Hopefully St Peter likes a joke.
For your delectation here are some ethereal blue iris from their garden. Far classier.