I've persuaded Wilson not to build his tennis-viewing hill until next year at the earliest because it would disrupt his Charity Garden Open Day: instead of a gorgeous spectacle of flowers the garden would look like a building site.
W agreed that this was a sensible idea, but hurried off to get the National Geographic magazine which arrived yesterday. There's something in it he wants to show me.
Already I fear the worst...
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