I think I'll go for a walk.
I've cleverly hidden a mini pair of scissors in my bag so that when I spot a pretty blossom during my excursions, I can discreetly snip the tiny treasure to be placed in a vessel for my own selfish amusement.
When guests visit and ask how I came to possess such a lovely specimen, I'll tell them I'm the flower bandit.
Either they'll think me demented (no argument there), or it will make a good conversation piece.
Best of all, I won't be sad when it wilts or is eaten by the cat, because it costs not a penny to replace.
(Shhh!)
2:12 p.m. - 2008-03-28