Well, I want to get married ,have a little home on the prairie and plant a wonderful Marigold garden.
hmm for some reason i thought of the old rhyme 'mary mary quite contrary' and i googled it and heres what i got made me laugh "Next we have an absolute classic, about a young girl called Mary, and it goes like this…Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow, (she replies) With cockelshells & pretty maids all in a row………RUBBISH, utter rubbish, my garden grows with loads of bloody grass, weeds flowers with the odd sprinkling of dog crap, just the job when is still wet to pick up with a shovel of a hot summer day…..poooooo."