Some grumpy classics

“Those blasted kids and their balls. (shouts) Hop it. Go play somewhere else.”

“Humpf. Jacarandas. All very well in November. Wait till autumn when they shed those wretched twigs.”

“I’m going to hose that bloody cat next time it comes over.”

“I’m clipping those overhanging branches and throwing them back over his fence.”

“If that possum steals another passionfruit, I’m calling the possum catcher. Hang the expense – and the law.”

“Wretched datura. Falls all the time.”

“Why put a fellow with a beard like that on the Garden Show?”

April 2018