So please only read this if you consider yourself a vegetable ... or if you consider a woman a person.
I have decided to follow Poirot's advice tonight.
- 'And how is my good friend, your father?' said Poirot.
'The old man's fine,' I said. 'Very busy with his hollyhocks - or is it chrysanthemums? The seasons go by so fast I can never remember what it is at the moment.'
'He busies himself then, with the horticulture?'
'Everyone seems to come to that in the end.' I said.
'Not me,' said Hercule Poirot. 'Once the vegetable marrows, yes - but never again. If you want the best flowers, why not go to the florist's shop? I thought the good Superintendant was going to write his memoirs?' Agatha Christie. The Clocks.