Dear Alan Titmarsh

Written by: pat dring


Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.

I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.

If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.

I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.

I don’t seem to have green fingers at all.


All the heads of the flowers, just jump off, when I’m playing football.

Everything I touch, and try to grow, seems to shrivel up and die.

It doesn’t seem to matter, just how hard I try.

Today I have just planted the Christmas tree in a tub,

I hope it doesn’t get some awful bug .

I want it to grow, but everyone keeps telling me it will die.

If it does I will cry.

Next Christmas I want this tree outside with fairy lights on it.

But if it dies my husband will bin it.

Yesterday I planted 100 bulbs all in tubs
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But they will probably go to Australia or get eaten by grubs.

Last week I watch the secret garden on TV,

That is how I really want mine to be.

So please can you come and give me a hand,

And create me a beautiful garden, with this matchbox size piece of land.