Flightsend
“Charlie, who'd just changed into jeans after the breakfast stint at Nightingales, saw her mother come out of the polytunnel to explain that no, this was a nursery, not a garden centre, and that barbecues could be bought from the big place on the Northampton road.
'Oh.' The woman managed to convey, in a single syllable, weary resignation to life's hardships and the suggestion that she deserved better. 'Any bedding begonias?' 'No. I don't do bedding plants, only hardy perennials.' The woman gave ...a tut but no Thank you, swished an irritable arm at Caspar, who was only being curious, and went back to the car parked across the yard entrance. She was just the sort of person, Charlie thought, to complain about the bad manners of the younger generation. Kathy greeted Charlie with a wry smile and brushed potting compost off her hands.
'Another one. I had one last week asking for garden furniture. I mean, isn't it obvious?' 'You'd think so,' Charlie said, placing her feet more firmly to avoid being knocked over by Caspar.MoreLess
'Oh.' The woman managed to convey, in a single syllable, weary resignation to life's hardships and the suggestion that she deserved better. 'Any bedding begonias?' 'No. I don't do bedding plants, only hardy perennials.' The woman gave ...a tut but no Thank you, swished an irritable arm at Caspar, who was only being curious, and went back to the car parked across the yard entrance. She was just the sort of person, Charlie thought, to complain about the bad manners of the younger generation. Kathy greeted Charlie with a wry smile and brushed potting compost off her hands.
'Another one. I had one last week asking for garden furniture. I mean, isn't it obvious?' 'You'd think so,' Charlie said, placing her feet more firmly to avoid being knocked over by Caspar.MoreLess
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