The bad news is twofold. Firstly, I am now a supermarket bitch. As bad news goes this could be worse - they are at least paying me.
The really bad news is also related to my flat. When I first moved in there was a bamboo plant living in the flat. We discussed a joint tenancy plan where we agreed to cohabit peacefully, the bamboo providing decoration in lieu of his share of the rent. Unfortunately, he's been a bit poorly of late and now looks something like this:
Yeah. That yellow bit? It's supposed to be green.
It has been suggested that I was giving the plant too much water (it had an entire vase full when I moved in, and frankly even I'd struggle with that), so I've gotten rid of most of it and left just enough to cover the roots. It doesn't appear to be working.
So basically, this is the first thing that lives that I've had responsibility for since stick insects in primary school (eventually released into the wild as the parents deemed they'd have a better chance of survival). I'd really like it to not die, so if anyone has any ideas regarding bamboo care please do share. I'd gotten quite attached to that bamboo.
Here is a song about the magical bond between man and bamboo:
Please, have pity.
I don't own any of the rights to Dick van Dyke, obviously. If I did, I'd be able to afford to pay someone to look after my bamboo for me. Sadly I'd probably have to.
