Darling father bought me a plant pot for mother's day. The only place that it currently fits is
(long pause of several hours as little bear needed cuddles)
the bath. I have a pot plant in the middle of the bath. When I have a bath it sits on the loo. It is currently thriving and several new flowers are appearing. I have still no idea what to do with the dratted thing, except try and protect it from the worst of evil cat.
This is why I don't have my favourite scented geraniums.
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