Tuesday, 5 April 2011
...this just wasn't what I was going to write about today, but as usual, I've run out of time, Tuesdays always being phenomenally busy down here in 'Tales'. I was just making a quick cup of tea when I noticed this in the kitchen. I just had to take a picture, and shout "Hey, look! My baby has flowered!!!" I can do this online you see, because no matter how hard your eyes are rolling, I can't see you. If you mutter "ohmigod you are so sad" in the style of Harry Enfield's 'Kevin the teenager', as is son-the elder's default style these days, I can't hear you. And if you leave a message to that affect, I'll probably assume you're being witty in a way I haven't understood.
But just look at my baby!!
I love orchids, but they are so expensive, and often haven't been properly cared for, the flowers forced in the name of a quick and lucrative sell. I got this little plant for a pound, after it had been knocked over, and come adrift from its pot. The garden centre could have repotted it, but instead, it was sat languishing on a bargain table of damaged plants until yours truly swooped and ran to the till, cackling with delight, under the glare of a bevy of disapproving looks.
And just look at it! Not only is it a gorgeous colour, but the centre of the flower, and I hope you can make this out in the picture, resembles a bird of prey swooping down for the kill. It's so beautiful, yet it was so close to being discarded as rubbish. I'm sure there's a message in there somewhere, if only I had the time to look!