Dear son, I have to say gardening has changed a lot in the watery eyes of an old chap like me, 91 years old, crippled and bald but still in the possession of half my teeth. No, it's not the same anymore. Where are the old lassies like Margery Fish, who still knew her place behind her old man? They don't make them anymore. A shame, a shame. And Trude Jekkyll! What a statue of a woman that was! Unmarried, what an opportunity lost, but I was too young and she had already that architect, what's his name....?
Time for my warm waterbottle...