For anyone that isn’t aware; my folks jetted off on a lovely four month holiday to Europe and left me to house sit.
It’s only a tiny one room apartment …
It shouldn’t be any bother really … right?
Well, recently I had a friend over to visit …
We had an eye-opening conversation …
Went something like this …
Friend: Hey wow! What a nice place. A bit small but … oh hey look at that there’s a pot plant on the balcony.
Me: What! No there isn’t …
Friend: Yes there is! Have a look – it’s hanging from the ceiling in the corner.
I look at the balcony and sure enough there’s a pot plant hanging from the roof …
I ask you …
Who hangs a pot plant from a roof?
Oh okay gardeners …
*groan*
I look a little closer …
The entire pot plant is brown …
Apparantly plants don’t do well for three months without water …
On the plus side it had plenty of sunlight!
I look at Fiancee with a worried expression…
He looks at me with the same expression…
“Did you know there was a pot plant there?” I ask
“No” he replies
“Oh bugger!” I cry
“I hope my parents weren’t attached to that plant” I continue
“Come to think of it I remember your Dad asking us to water the plant” Fiancee replies
“Oh really?!” I reply confused
I remember no such conversation …
My parents have never been “plant people”
We never owned plants …
We always lived in apartments and there was never any room for them…
God I hope my Dad isn’t attached to that plant …
The computer still isn’t working right …
Well I guess I really only have one option …
I know your thinking what I’m thinking …
Move to the other side of the country before Dad gets home …
It’s the only logical course of action under the circumstances …
But seriously …
Who hangs a plant from a roof?
