What rapid progress. One minute the basement allotment of The Scotsman, a croft gardener, pedalling advice on storing tatties, sharing all consuming pruning tips, worrying over preparations for pelargoniums, chrysanthemums and dahlias, and the next, Head of Gardens and Landscape Services, steering the garden-ship of the National Trust for Scotland away from the rocks of perpetual crisis to the safe shore of peat-free compost. Just shows you, keep polishing the words and and sooner or later (in your case, very much later) you get the top job. Well done ship-mate!
For the non-GandS afficianados amongst you, here a couple of tasters from Sir Joseph himself:
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
I polished up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
CHORUS REPEATS
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand--
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
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