Our Yanks (2001)
“Cicily had another of those damned knitting circles going on in the drawing room and the house was full of women. The only place he could get any peace was outside, as far away from them as possible, which meant at the bottom of the garden. He stumped down to the far end and looked at the vegetable plot. Cooper was an idle old bugger if he didn’t keep him up to the mark, always complaining about his rheumatism and the make-do-and-mend tools. All excuses, of course. Gardeners were always finding... them. If it wasn’t the weather it was the pests or the birds, or anything they could think of. He went up and down the rows, inspecting potatoes, carrots and peas as though they were troops on parade, stopping to glare ferociously at the broad beans. Damn things had got some sort of blackfly. Why hadn’t that idiot Cooper sprayed them? He’d probably give him some cock-and-bull story about not being able to get the insecticide stuff when the truth was he was too damned lazy to bother. He strode on to the runner beans, the leeks, the onions and the marrows.MoreLess
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