During his retirement, Sir Winston and Lady Churchill were showing a lady guest round the grounds at Chartwell.
Admiring the rose garden, the guest said to Churchill, 'These are absolutely beautiful, Sir Winston. What's your secret?'
'Manure, my dear,' answered Churchill. 'Lots and lots of manure and the fresher the better.'
'Really, Sir Winston,' chided the woman, 'you should learn to call it fertilizer.'
'Not much hope of that,' put in Lady Churchill. 'It's taken me twenty years to get him to call it manure.'
Boru
Admiring the rose garden, the guest said to Churchill, 'These are absolutely beautiful, Sir Winston. What's your secret?'
'Manure, my dear,' answered Churchill. 'Lots and lots of manure and the fresher the better.'
'Really, Sir Winston,' chided the woman, 'you should learn to call it fertilizer.'
'Not much hope of that,' put in Lady Churchill. 'It's taken me twenty years to get him to call it manure.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson