You Don't Bring Me Tulips any more...

Last week I happened to mention to my father in law how much I like tulips. When we met for lunch this week he told me he had remembered what I said and proudly handed me a bunch of tulips.

What a sweetheart!

(I didn't have the heart to tell him they were roses.)

Nor did I have the heart to tell him I can kill any plant, flower or floral arrangement from 50 paces! And sure enough, within a few hours the roses were drooping and dropping petals.

I have buggered about carefully adjusted settings for so long with this that I am past caring what it looks like. TFI Friday.

Off to have a cold shower after watching my favourite Rose, strutting around in leather pants.