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Last weekend, Mr Life, Daughter 2 and I went to the flower show and saw these extremely enviable creamy paeonies, among many other delights.

I do wish my clematis looked like this - mind you, these people were cheating somewhat by planting several per pot. And I dare say they don't have to contend with slugs, which munch the flowers of my clematis. I really hate slugs. It's been intermittently dampish weather here and I appear to be breeding large numbers of voracious slugs in various tasteful tones of tan, grey and black. Cassie came inside today with a small one adhering to her fur. Mr Life observed that she must have been sitting still for some time for one to have climbed aboard.

Daughter 2 was surprised last weekend - the Queen's Diamond Jubilee - by the lack of red and white bunting and general flagginess in Edinburgh compared to London. So I took this photo of one nursery's Union Flag in plants.

I rather liked this. Why be laid back about winning?

For the last few days, I've been afflicted by digestive problems - when I was a school teacher, this used to be called, in notes from parents about sick children, "S and D". (Diarrhoea is a hard word to spell.) Well, actually it's mainly been the D. I feel a bit better but... anyway, enough details. But I haven't seen Grandson since Tuesday - oh dear. Tomorrow, I hope!