You are supposed to be noticing the agapanthus in the pot, not how old Rosie is looking. Ever since Spain, I have wanted to have blue agapanthus in pots.
Another odious comparison perhaps.
As is this. The sole hollyhock to date. I had zillions last year.
In other Wentworth news:
a crane mysteriously appeared on Darling Street, spent some time at the Crown Hotel and vanished,
an unusual blue feather at the foot of the stairs,
and Sis ponders why I'm so intrigued by a feather.
