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Dear Mary

Dear Mary

27 May 2023

9:00 AM

27 May 2023

9:00 AM

Q. I have a friend who is a serious gardener. I myself am reasonably keen but not in her league. Last year she gave me some rare plants. Unfortunately I didn’t plant them very carefully and they ended up dying. She lives some distance away and I felt quite safe pretending they had flourished. With any other gardener I would have had no compunction in admitting they had died but our relationship is complicated. She’s now asked to come and stay for a local wedding and I’m dreading her discovering the truth. What can I do, Mary?

– Name and address withheld 

A. When she asks how the plants are doing say that they were seized on with rapture by a local rare plant specialist who has proper glasshouses and propagation facilities and who insisted on taking them away to ‘grow them on’. You are expecting sturdy versions to be delivered back to you any day.


Q. Is there a polite way to insist that one’s ‘top shelf’ wine contributions to a supper club are enjoyed rather than hidden away by the host and replaced with Pinot Grigio turpentine substitutes? This practice, I am reliably informed, is known as ‘label rinsing’.

– R.W., Bridport, Dorset

A. Readers may be interested to know that male-only supper clubs have become a ‘thing’ in rural areas. One man cooks and the other men bring bottles. Each member takes it in turns to host. Ring the day before to enquire what the host is serving so you can ask an expert (e.g. Simon Berry, ex Berry Bros) which wine to pair with it. This frees you up to uncork your contribution on arrival – as though you are being helpful, rather than trying to stop the host from squirrelling it away. 

Q. A friend recounted how she was recently travelling first-class in a train carriage with two men who in their conversation continuously used the F word.  She was discomfited by this but didn’t know what she could do about it. The options seemed to be either say something to them, call the ticket inspector, leave the carriage or endure it. She did the latter. Mary, what should she have done?

– C.B-A., by email

A. She might have slipped from the carriage – as though heading for the loo – and quietly located the train manager. She could have asked that person to wait a few minutes, to allow her time to return to her seat, then make a bespoke announcement: ‘Would all first-class ticket holders in Coach B please consider their fellow passengers when using language that others may find offensive.’ The difficulty is that many of today’s first-class travellers are vocabulary-poor. For this reason it is advisable to always travel with earplugs or headphones.

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