Onion Boy

My mother always maintains she loves it when I come back home for a few days. She also maintains this is just so she can spend time with her "wee man". However, I know she secretly loves having someone around the house to do the bits and bobs.

After stumbling down the stairs from a rather uncomfortable sleep [the stuffing seems to have vacated my mattress since the last time I was on it, leaving little else but springs] I found my way into the kitchen to find a note with one word on it in big letters: "PLANTS". Now, I know they say communication between family members is often minimalist, but I was stumped as to what plants this was referring to, or what action they required. After some investigation, it transpired that the neighbours shrubs "needed" a watering today. But with a combination of the rain yesterday and the melting frost [?!] they really didn't seem to require any extra moisture.

Bit of a roundabout way to get to the subject of todays blip. Onions in the neighbours greenhouse. Probably because I have nothing to say about it.