Hampton Court day dawned and I woke up with bad tooth/sinus pain as I have for the last month. I knew I wouldn't be fit to drive so the Bedsock took me detouring via the most useless time-wasting doctor in the entire world. The doctor spent half an hour explaining to me how antibiotics and steroids work - my point being that they haven't worked and I have spent the last month on the internet researching it! So I came out angry, still in pain and none the wiser as to whether it was sinus or tooth pain that was becoming more and more excruciating. I should have gone home of course but dosing myself up on even more painkillers I foolishly decided to keep going. It was a mistake. So in a diversion from my usual blogging style here is how RHS Hampton Court looked from a bad-tempered perspective..
First up the 'This is Me' Dyslexic garden - looked like a jumble to me so arguably worked
I might buy one of these and lean it over the fence into nasty neighbours garden - only he will probably think it is good!!!
Dobies seeds - some bastard had eaten most of the freebie cream scones! I couldn't even feel tempted by them - things must be bad.
I knew that
Shortly after I saw a butterfly that matched Lia's dress.
It was in one of the conceptual gardens. Unlike when I went to the Wisley butterfly display a few years back, most of the butterflies in this were alive.
All the conceptual gardens were about worthy but miserable things, rape of Nicaraguan women, London bombings, loss of the coral reef, five stages of emotional despair - I knew what they meant...
|The Coral Desert|
Except for Simon Webster's 'Do not adjust your set' which wasn't
And this which represents Chaos - who'd have known?
I rather liked these swing chairs and so would the cats - perhaps not that colour tho'. I nearly crawled in to sleep until it was time to go home only at that stage I was still hoping to get a glass of wine to fortify myself.
Eeek! The only saving grace here is the heucheras!!!!
Only kidding. There weren't any saving graces.
This was the only time in the day I smiled!!! Joe Swift was filming and kept fluffing the word fumarole. I laughed out loud. I tried to make the guitarist laugh by pulling faces at him but he kept absolutely poker-faced throughout!
Swiss garden - boring! Still at least it wasn't yet another wildflower meadow. If I see another naturalistic meadow planting show garden I shall scream. If I want to see a naturalistic wildflower meadow I'll look at the motorway verges as I speed past.
Also its been hinted they gave out swiss chocolate later on and I didn't get any. :(
I've seen this of Tony Smith's before haven't I?
It's Tony Smith's Ecstasy in a Black Box from Hampton Court 2008 only covered in a job lot of Easigrass!
Temper and pain are getting worse so I am almost overwhelmed with joy to find the Toffee Vodka stand!!!!!!!
Aaargh there is nobody there giving out samples!!!!!!!!!!!
At last! on the Ecover stand they are giving out samples and, thank the Lord, a glass of fizz!
At least they said it was fizz - it could have been washing up liquid.
Even the sight of the Boy Beardshaw couldn't revive me...
Not a smile for Monty in his peasant jacket
Enough John Hurt already at Chelsea....
The sad sight of an empty, closed, bar. Champagne and Pimms everywhere nor any drop to drink. I sat in the cold rain with no shelter for an hour waiting for the Bedsock to collect me.
A bad end to a bad day.
Let's all hope that normal service is resumed soon.