There is no Shakespearean tragedy when it comes to the Othello Rose. It is instead big, bold and blousey in a romantic sort of way. The flowers are large, a handful in fact. Just the right size to cup and gently hold whilst you give is a good sniff. I... Work this week has been like a shadow I can’t shake off. Every time I turn around it’s there. Watching me, taunting me. Daring me to twist and turn to see if I can shake it off. Despite my best efforts I still haven’t cleared the decks this... 