crowleys houseplant

I have cannibalised the sad, dry remains of Crowley the houseplant (RIP) to start a compost. Crowley the demon would be appalled, I’m sure.

The umbrella will stay there (it’s old and bent and slightly rusty anyway), I just need to find a way to weigh it down in case of wind.

Don’t ask me why I’m being so inventive lately when my ability to get routine housework done remains diminished. I have no explanation.