Dear Prince Charles, she writes, knowing your interest in vegetation, I enclose a little bag of seeds which, should your Imperious Highness decide to plant them, could give you a show that would put your periwinkle to shame, begging Your Regal Pardon. They are only Welsh leeks, but they have a lovely head on them if you leave them to go to seed, which is where we are all going in the end. Haha, just my little joke.
I only make so bold because I think, despite your marriage to Princess Camelia Parket- Bowls, you probably still need something to keep your hands occupied.
Your loyal subject, etc
Blodwen Trellis, Mrs, Widow, retd.
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