I was trolling through my nemesis’s blog the other day, looking for a bit of mischievous inspiration when I came across a rather weird fact. She eats words for lunch. I, like many, was under the impression that she’s currently subsisting on a diet comprised exclusively of cheese and onion crisps and gin. But it seems that if she feels peckish, she only has to talk to herself for a short while and her hunger is satiated.

I also discovered another astonishing fact. She is not a fan of Alstroemeria. She and I seem to share so many horticultural similarities (that’s “we like the same plants” in Posh). So to discover that what is one of my top two plants (I don’t want to offend any others) is not also in her list of faves comes as something of a shock.

What’s not to like about plants that start flowering in March and are still showing off today, the beginning of December? That come in all sorts of colours? That come in all sizes from ground hugging to tall spires? That are trouble-free?

For Sunday lunch Gill should say “Alstroemeria” 100 times to herself.

This post is part of my “Fill the Gill Heavens Gap” series. Gill is currently vacationing in a derelict badger sett and subsisting on a diet of cheese and onion crisps and protesting (too much I wonder) that this diet is not inducing flatulence. Normal service will be resumed over at Off the Edge Gardening when the gin supplies run out.