TRUST ME, I'M A HOUSEPLANT

My carnivores have earned their keep this summer. The swat has hardly been deployed at all.

My cold has been thoroughly uncomfortable and snotty today - I've spent most of it slouched in front of the TV with a large box of tissues wishing I could hit the medicinal spirits in the cupboard without incurring a large headache tomorrow. If only I'd inherited my Mum's iron constitution rather than my Dad's.