Dear Alan Titmarsh

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 , 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.