As the nights draw in and temperatures drop, one turns to considering the needs of the non-frost hardy of one's beloved plants.And, having considered, and decided how many pots need to be housed indoors, one then has to contemplate the placement of such needy individuals.
Therein lies the origin of this post's title.
Presently, my Loo has more similarities to the Palm House at Kew, than to any normal bathroom.
My plants are all delighted...the Hub...weeeeeeelllllllll.....
And in order to house all these winter guests, I've had to move things around a little, especially since it was such a lovely summer that the clivea greeww and had to be re-potted, now verging upon Triffid proportions.
Which is fine, in theory.
Until in an absent-minded moment(very rare...) , one removes one glasses and puts them down where the chair used to be...but is no longer...
...and one discovers to one's horror, that one has dropped one's single connection to the real world into the middle of the pot of TRIFFIDS!!
(one is regrettably most awfully short-sighted)
Well, it took a while, but eventually one managed to wrest them specs from that dratted tentacled Triffid-like clivea, and, furthermore, found the bathroom door and escaped.
Whew! Its only October! How'll I cope with living in a Palm House all winter?
PS: If you don't hear from one for any length of time you'll know there has been another spectac-ular mishap....
