Number one is Nathaniel an old ,old man who was even old when time was young.He is a blind gardener,Though his lack of sight does not seem to be a handicap to him.I visit him quite often and have done for years.I have never actually seen him gardening but it must be him no one else is there,In all the years I have known him he has never once spoken to me until a few weeks ago...As usual he was sat on the battered stub of a once giant tree and his elbows leaned elderly upon the scarred old trunk of a table that once stood polished and proud.One day in the summer I just had to say "Nathaniel you grow such wonderful roses,What can I grow"? He looked at me through those icy white sightless eyes and said in a dreadful menace of a voice..............."OLD".I will take Nathaniel Bergamot tea the next time I visit which will not be for a while.
Watch out for Number Two in my head...Coming soon
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