This is very posh, isn't it?

Today I went out with my Grandmother, and to no surprises ended up in a garden centre! I must point it out that she does seem to have a slight fixation with Garden Centres... But only the posh ones. Only last week she told me about how her friend that for the sake of safeguarding we shall call Audrey (a good old people name) went to a Garden Centre in Beetham. 'You wouldn't see me there' she emphasised this point highly. So today we went to Barton Grange which I'm told is 'posh'. And golly it is, I fitted in rather well until my Grandfather ran right over my foot with his mobility scooter and I shouted 'fucking hell' at the top of my voice in the Bonsai tree section! The little old ladies looked extremely dismayed, like they had never witnessed such language, or been run over by a mobility scooter; one of them two, anyway! We retired in the farm shop and ate some organic produce where I took this picture, I really like the colours. But, no one should have to pay £3.82 for a floret of broccoli... I don't care if its been grown in special soil in a nunnery, it's just too much!