Mark you, even their eccentricity pales into sorry insignificance when compared with someone whom I encountered today in a nearby village. There I was, sitting in my car slurping an amazing ice cream from the local Italian supermarket when an approaching figure caught my eye. He was wearing a broad-brimmed bush hat, a rucksack and hiking boots – and nothing else. For the figure plodding along the pavement was none other than the Naked Rambler, naturist Stephen Gough, recently released from Perth Prison after six years of incarceration for insisting on walking in public without his clothes.
In addition to the warmblooded wounded warriors, there’s my out-of-sorts orchid, a gift from the daughterly duo a couple of years back. Despite having flowered prodigiously for the past month (about five delicate flower heads on the go currently), it is looking distinctly peaky. One of its leaves has turned yellow and appears to be mouldy. Anyone out there know anything about the maladies of orchids? I'm desperate to save the poor plant, but I suspect it might be on its way to the great greenhouse in the heavens if I don’t instigate dramatic orchid-healing measures soon.
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