I was visiting a friend in his offices near Oxford Street in central London. After a while he said, “Do you want to see my garden?” I was surprised. A garden in the middle of offices, supermarkets and department stores?
“Come with me. I grow herbs and flowers and I keep bees and make honey.”
Bemused, I followed my friend. He took me through various offices to one floor further up. To my utter delight there it was, a true and terrific garden – a floor full of green plants and beehives.
My friend said, “Here is a pot of honey for you. This honey is produced by me right here. The bees ...
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