I was OK until her text came.
'Having such a fab time. Thank you for looking after Betty & the orchids. I don't know what I'd do without you! Months have flown- See you Sat.'
I go straight round. Betty (healthy as anything) nudges around my ankles. As I push open the lounge door (for the first time ever) there's a smell.
Decay.
Had she even mentioned them before? God! Drooping stems and browning sticks rise up from pots over every surface. I wonder, with sinking heart, if I could match up replacements from the dried flowers on the floor.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
At least it was orchids and not our kids! Cats are pretty resourceful; orchids clearly not! Nice one...and so easily done!
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Yes! Thank you X