My wife has claimed I am ‘addicted’ to gardening. So why have I failed to buy a greenhouse all these years?
It was inexplicable to Mary that someone who spends most waking hours in the garden should have a King Canute-like resistance to the most obviously helpful garden ‘tool’ of all. So I looked for the source of my prejudice.
Isn't there something deeply unsexy about a greenhouse? Not that I am trying to be sexy. But don't they
