A few weeks ago when Jayne, Alex (our other psychologist) and I were moving into our new offices, we had to nip out to the local ASDA to pick up a few supplies as our offices weren't fully equipped with such items as bins and clocks (the rest of the crew aren't coming for a few weeks yet). Jayne very kindly purchased a clock and bin for all of our offices and a not-inexpensive digital radio for me to keep in my office. (Have a mentioned that I have a great boss?) We all then picked up a few items to personalize our offices.
I couldn't resist this mug, because its so me:
All three of us bought plants, and both Jayne and I loved the little potted gerbera's; Jayne picked orange and I of course chose pink. I joked that mine might not live past two weeks because I don't have what some would call a green thumb. But I did have the best intentions. I really did.
This is how the plants look when we bought them, a mere three weeks ago:
This is how mine now looks:
Apparently you can over water a plant. Oops. I was so worried that I was letting it get too dry that I've almost drowned the poor thing.
Ironically enough, yesterday after Jayne showed me what the problem was, she gave me a little gift she had bought at the weekend, something to help me look after my plant she said, although I probably won't need to use it for awhile... and we laughed and laughed. It doesn't get more ironic then this:
Let's hope its not too late and I haven't killed my flower with too much love.