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<b>I took myself off to Wimbledon this week as I was worried about the lawn. Look at the fecking state of it! But did they appreciate me trying to help? Did they hell.</b>

After queueing for nine hours, during which I had to keep my place with my Lidl carrier bag while I nipped for several widdles, I finally got to the turnstiles and forced my way to the Centre Court.

It was just before that cheeky little Brit upstart Marcus Willis and Federer came out with their soppy plastic bottles and hundreds of towels which they sweat all over and chuck at children.



I shot forward to the bald baseline, clutching my container of  Miracle Gro Patch Magic Repairer (£9.84 per kg from B & Q) and sprinkled it about just as Roger Federer appeared on the court with his banana in his hand.

To my horror a dozen men in white coats ran as if from nowhere and bundled me off to security. I tried to run but slipped, doing the splits like an EU Referendum... or an Essex girl outside Wetherspoons.

<center><a href="http://www.suffolkgazette.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/doing-the-splits.jpg"><img src="http://www.suffolkgazette.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/doing-the-splits.jpg" alt="doing the splits" width="500" height="333" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-3964" /></a><i>Elegant: This is just what I looked like when I slipped on court</center></i><br><br>

When I see the Wimbledon hallowed turf on the telly I can see why they always need more Wimbledon seeds.

I can’t understand, when they start the fortnight with such an impeccable lawn, why they can’t just stand still and wait for the ball to come to them, like we did at primary school. But no! They have to run and stomp all over it in their lumpy shorts. I can't make out how they fit so many balls in those shorts, or what they mu

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I think the real reason  they threw me out is that they thought I was going to get some free sponsorship in front of the TV cameras  in my Adnams t-shirt and Suffolk Gazette baseball cap.

I should add here, that before I got nicked, I had been round the posh Wimbledon gardens and bars. I had a couple of jugs of Pimms (£75.99) and a punnet of strawberries (£25, and just £10 for an optional dollop of cream). Then I had a couple of G & Ts and set about the flower beds. I dead-headed their hydrangeas, petunias and geraniums and dug a couple up to take home. They had plenty of them!

I only did it because the lawn looked  as threadbare as a Jeremy Corbyn jacket.

What’s going on with the world of  politics? I  honestly think they’re all a bunch of countrymen not worthy of our votes.

Do you remember when Boris Johnson bought three secondhand watercannon for £328,000 but was refused permission to use them? Well, while the Tories are in disarray, I have bought them for £25 quid to use on the allotment.

Here are some things you can pop in your veg plot this week: turnips, beetroot, carrots and spring cabbage.

Jobs to do:

*Net your brassicas against butterflies. Pick off any caterpillars and chuck them over next door’s hedge.

*If you’re going on holiday, trim any straggly bits and get ready to tackle pests.

*Take down your hanging baskets, if no one is going to be there to water them while you’re at Butlins, and put them in a shady spot with a good drink.

And now for your problems:

*Jeremy from Islington: Some perennials resent being divided up like this. Your poor clump needs some support or you may as well put it out of its misery with a bottle of Weedol.

*Theresa M from Cockfield: What a terrible mess your Lady Garden is. Order a copy of my new book – “Two’s Company, Freesia Crowd."

*Boris from Cuckooland: (see photo) Thankyou for sending me the photo of your shrivelled red-hot pepper. I would say it’s been sabotaged in its growth stages to stop it standing proud. There is little you can do at this stage. Next time, keep it in the shade. Or in your trousers.


Captions…more bald bits than Wayne Rooney
Ouch: Like me..this poor girl slipped on her grass
Federer hits the ball with his Morrisons supermarket racquet. (new balls please)


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