Page 36 And then we had,


Page 36

And then we had,

The day of the trifids
(Trifids is taken from the novel, The day of the trifids by John Wyndham)

Mother watered and the beans grew. I had regular updates on their progress, so did her friends, the beans became quite a talking point. Until……

“You will have to do something with those beans I have never seen anything grow so fast, they are like trifids” I laughed they are growing well mother really is doing a great job...

I never knew that growing a few plants could be so stressful, for mother it was. The beans had started to grow up the cord on her kitchen blinds. (Which I found hilarious) mother didn’t.

“I keep taken them off the cord, but they climb up it again”

“Now this is a serious situation of wayward beans.” I laughed

Well that was it mother insisted that I did something with them or she would not water the beans any more. so I did, I took them out into the garden and planted in the new vegetable patch and put some polythene round the canes as some protection and went inside.

“Well what you have done with them” mother wanted to know.

“Put them in the garden” was all I said.

“Where, I did say no vegetable patch”

“Where the shrubs were was still empty so I put them there” ohhh I do tell some fibs.

“That’s ok, when I go out for my walk I can do the watering” you could knock me down with a feather, that was some turn around.

Till next time


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