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My daughter in law is working overseas for 2 weeks, in fact she has been working for a month and so has left the care of my grandson to me.  I love looking after him and it poses no difficulties whatsoever.  The thing that does give me a problem is that I have been left in charge of plants.  I can kill a plant just by looking at it and my heart sinks when I see a well meaning guest approaching with a nice, healthy plant in their hands.  I know it will be dead before the week is out.  ' Just water them' are the instructions but that very order is fraught with dilemmas.  How often?  How much water?  When do I water them?  What about the plants in the greenhouse?  Did she say leave the door open or closed?  Why didn't I write the instructions down instead of simply nodding feeling slightly bored with the subject?  Children are easy to care for, plants a nightmare.

My son's neighbour called round the other day to say she was going to start a catering business and would we mind trying out a vegetarian dish for £5 each.  She is Indian and as our diet is nearly totally Indian, having been brought up on it, we gladly agreed.  It turned out that most of the neighbours agreed to join in.  What a lovely community this small town has.

I feel sick every time I hear that another teenager has been stabbed to death, a near daily occurrence in the UK.  The police no longer solve crimes or pursue prosecutions of serious crimes.  The problem, I have always thought is that there are not enough police or money being injected into the police, to do the job properly.  Imagine my surprise,  therefore, when I read that police had arrested a woman for leaving notes for her husband asking him to vacuum or put the garbage out.  She was put in a police cell, charged with controlling behaviour and the case even reached court before being thrown out.  The word 'commonsense' comes to mind.

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