The flower spy

All the hollyhocks are flowerless now, except for this one flower. It stands upright in front of the kitchen window and peers in. I can feel it staring at me as I make a cup of tea - it's quite unnerving. I think I read too much sci-fi.

A quiet day today, mainly vacuuming up Whisky hairs from the flat. F's sure he's emptied three cats from the vacuum cleaner bag.