This is my last day here in Berkshire so Mum and I went to do what my mother loves most – going around a garden centre.
This is our local garden centre – Squire’s Garden Centre, Wokingham.
We had a trolley and did our best to fill it.
I was fascinated.
Flowering primroses (how are they flowering this time of year, I do not know – ours only arrive in late April) were for sale which made me smile inside as I have a whole bank of them at home growing wild.
My primroses earlier this year.
(I like mine best)
We sped around, outside first and then indoors, with our trolley when I spied this little chap. He has an “honest face”.
I did not buy this white cat for OH, despite his position of Chairman of the Monster Mutual Appreciation Society.
Inside and Christmas had well and truly arrived – yes, even on 5th November which is leaving it quite late by England standards.
Yes, I bought this little chap for Mum despite wanting him very, very much for myself. He has a excellent expression. Sadly, there was only one wol, though Mum has promised, when she goes again (and she will) to keep a look out for another one for me.
There was an absolute dearth of sheepie things (they are missing a trick, there) but a plethora of Scandinavian tomte/nisse (not my cup of tea).
Anywho, we trudged with our Christmas sledge around and I even managed to start my Christmas shopping. Flying home tomorrow.