I did this..........

The Garden Fairy started with bare mud, bare walls, bare horse poo and loads of bedding plants, patiently grown in her greenhouse. As you can see from the extra, taken in May 2013, she had all this work in her hands and head. This is her therapy, she has PTSD following a second career as a Coroner’s Officer; this is her safe place. 
The extras are roses from the Cornish Rose Company. The yellow one is ‘Absolutely Fabulous,” and it is. The blue one is “Blue For You.” She is sitting behind a real beauty called “Eye of the Tiger.” 

A tale of the Fox. The Royal Marines Sqn were donated a new Lieutenant pilot, Army Air Corps, formerly a gunner. Nice, quiet man, perhaps a little nervous. I was the duty pilot, answer the phone, allocate flights, act as air traffic control. Far too much for a simpleton like me. Our new man was winding up a Scout helicopter for one of his first flights, an area familiarisation trip around the local area; our playground was Dartmoor. As he hover taxied into position for take-off the main door of the office was flung open and without so much as a bye your leave or “Good Morning,” the Fox shouted, “Who is that pilot?” “Lt J Sir,” “He’s wearing glasses, I will not have a pilot in my squadron wearing glasses, call him back!!!!” Robert did a silly thing, “I think he has been told to wear them by the Aircrew Medical Officer Sir.” “Whaaaaat!!!!” 
Thankfully Lt J now saved my skin. “Excuse me Sir, DQ (Aircraft callsign) Land!” “Roger.” 
“DQ your static plugs are still in place, we cannot remove them, they are too near the tail rotor, shut down.” “Ohhh, Roger.” The static plugs were part of a protection system for the air pressure system of the pressure instruments, they were little bits of plastic with red flags that stopped bugs and water entering the tubes. Lt J, in his exuberance had missed the obvious. 
“A slightly distraught Lt made his way to the boss’ office, a more distraught Lt left the office a while later. Once again Robert’s sympathy for the man made me do another silly thing, I’m good at silly.
“Sir, you have medical authority to wear glasses, you have to, you proved that by missing the bloody static plugs!” I was rewarded with a huge smile and a “Thank you.”