When I last met Cergie she gave me some roses for my garden and I've been so busy that I haven't even thanked her yet.
Please forgive me Cergie. And thank you, thank you, thank you! You and Patrick know how much I love flowers.
There's so much to be done in the garden, and I hardly have the time, but now I've made a place for them.
According to the label attached to the roses they are called Line Renaud, but for me they will always be Cergie's roses.