My mother stood outside inspecting what little of our garden that actually grows – with no silver bells or cockle shells, and absolutely no pretty maids all in a row – when she found an intruder. I was busy loading the washing machine and wasn’t too bothered with it all.
“What is that?”
“A plant” I replied.
“What type of plant?”
“A green one that grows in soil.”
“No, is it a weed or a tomato bush? Maybe it’s… A drug plant.”
I stopped what I was doing, took a quick glance at the ‘drug plant’ in question and laughed.
“It’s not pot, Mum.”
“How do you know?”
“You sent me to a public high school.”