Many things were there consulted for the future, yet nothing was positively resolved.

a quick call to the nearest garden centre.. I need some bags of manure / > to be delivered to my house at the weekend.. is that possible?.. not / > this weekend because for a weekend delivery you need at least a weeks / > notice?.. fine, can I have them next weekend then please?.. I can?.. / > thank you.. / I also need some of those things... no, I don't know what they're called / but they're sort of... well it's difficult to describe. No, I don't know how / many I need until I've seen how big they are and what shape. Oh and do you have any rhododendra on special? Yes? Which ones? Can I trust you to pick out only the healthy ones for me? And delivery is *HOW* much? Ahahaha! Oh, you're not joking, that's real...

A title so clear, as if it were “written with a beam of the sliny;” which no true Englishman in his right wits did ever yet oppose, but one or two foreign pensioners, maintained on purpose abroad to kindle scathfires at home, who gained nothing by the question but to render themselves ridiculous.

You don't ever want to get rabies. The doctor will have to give you multiple shots and they really kill.