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My annual Greenfinger’s Day came and went this year. Planting pots and pruning hedges hardly feature in my top ten things to get flustered about these days.
One sunny morning, I opened our balcony door to let the first seasonal rays of sunshine in. A breath of fresh air. A joy in my step. A view of dead leaves.
Lovely.
My father-in-law took pity on me and decided to lead the charge on the gardening project. I extracted my fluorescent gardening gloves and scissors in preparation.
“Those are kitchen scissors.”
Yes, I know dad.
“When did you last water these plants”
Two weeks ago.

“You know plants need water to survive?”
That’s only a small technical oversight!
We spent the evening clearing up, replanting courgette and tomato plants my sister-in-law had ambitiously donated to me. Dad did, that is. I ... [Follow Original Article link for full content.]