Son Bush

Took Brown Dog to vets again (more expense).  Football (again) in the evening and we sadly lost (again).

No blipping till I got home after consoling drink in pub-flash picture of a plant which started off as a small pot plant, given to me by a colleague when my son was born.

The plant has grown, moved house and grows well so has to be hacked back from time to time. I tell myself, particularly when my son is abroad, that the plant flourishing means he is too.