You can call it what ever you like, but to me, it has to be spelt the way Chazzer says it, and he should know because it's his gaff. So
it is.
Invites in hand, we headed to the BIG-ASSS up the road,
leaving behind all the other stuff we had been sent and our cameras. Even the phones had to be left in the car for the tour!
SECURITY, ANYONE WOULD THINK CHARLES IS SPECIAL!
WHAT WAS IT LIKE?
It was fun. The garden/s are inspiring, well stuffed, carefree and cared for. The volunteer guide was lovely, but described each of the garden gifts that Prince Charles has been given, as we passed them. It was a 'who's who' of the worlds rich/famous/powerful, and, quite frankly not that gripping. She was less knowledgeable on plants - you can guess how I felt about that!
Our neighbour Joyce loved it and the wheelchair we hired for her. After all that pushing MeWally and I had worked up a big appetite for our high tea.
The HIGH TEA was good, especially the glass of bubbly to begin with. It left me feeling a little bit queasy afterwards, which is a sign of good cakes; LOTS OF GOOD CAKES.
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