Bless Pippa’s cotton socks or rather her loo roll outfits. They’ve found her a gardening column at last, so Wiggia informs us.
And is her journalistic style like her literary style?
On a visit last week, I bumped into Rob Van Helden, a renowned London florist whom I know from my time at the party planners Table Talk. He was stocking up on sprays of heather, thistles, hydrangeas, myrtle, astrantias and blackberries, along with ornamental cabbages, dahlias and veronica.
Rivetting. Esp. when the prose goes floral:
Flowers of every hue fill every corner, aisles abound with foliage and shrubbery and the air is deliciously perfumed. In bunches, boxes and buckets, the variety is breathtaking: the florist’s favourite, traditional hybrid tea roses, are available in every possible shade – I love the sophisticated pastel ‘Quicksand’.
Ah yes, the sophisticated pastel ‘Quicksand’. But is Pippa well liked in the floral trade?
I usually grab a coffee and bacon buttie and talk to the always friendly and generally flirtatious traders. On this visit, Dennis, one of the sellers, presented me with a cluster of white roses with a beautiful heady scent which I accepted (blushingly, of course).
Let’s face it, we all want to ravish her 24/7, both men and women, especially with that allegedly padded wedding bottom.
The Telegraph, helpfully, tries to group other stories beneath Pippa’s Picks which might interest readers of the article:
Bless you, Pippa, must we really wait a whole fortnight for another instalment? Heavens, you might have a job by then and there’d be nothing to read from you.
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