Sam the Sham

Total fake. Don't know how Sam thinks he'll pull the wool over Mum's eyes.

So we're drifting around the garden, checking for entwined couples and other flotsam, and Sam suddenly stops and shoves his conk down a growth and goes into this big savouring number as if he knew any more about parfums de fleures than I do.

I snapped him all the same so Mum can have a good laff when she gets back.