Back from the sea, briefly, to discover my next-door neighbour has employed some jobsworth gardeners to get rid of all the passionflower vine tendrils that fell from my garden — where it's rooted — over his own. They decided the best way to do this was take huge handfuls and pull. Unfortunately, this has snapped the one stem that made my bathroom glorious; the one I've trained all over the window, and that made the room soft, and green, and submarine and slightly spooky. I was getting used to flowers, every day, in the bathroom. And it made bathtime tropical in a way no "rainforest flowers" bubblebath could do. Now it's wilting, and I'm feeling unusually vengeful. Ideas?
Apologies for photographs of my bathroom, but I wanted to take some record shots before it disappears completely. Sigh.
Oh NO! I love that window. This is terrible.
ReplyDeleteI will muse on baroque revenge scenarios.
My revenge scenario involved pulling it all down, muttering darkly to myself, and sweeping up the dead leaves on the floor. I might go postal and do some weeding and clearing up in the garden. That'll show him!
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