Sun soaked

George gave me a hand taking grass cuttings to the dump, so I gave him a lift to the supermarket. While we were there, I picked up some parched-looking plants to cheer up the garden. 

I thought the self-service till would be the fastest option. 

But because the plants were so dry, the machine kept registering the wrong weight. As a result, the sales assistant had to check every one.

D'oh.