Roope will come in and wants to see the rose bush calalogue.
He comes in at eight when we are about to close.
He asks if he can order a rare manderin rose.
I say "Sure"
"When will it arrive?
“With any luck next week” I say.
I never order anything for him.
Roope is a bum who does not have a garden.
He sleeps in a tunnel under the motorway.
