Prudence has just been through a rather traumatic time.
For reasons not entirely clear, her landlord decided that her house needed its outside painted. So painters were dispatched.
And cretins they were.
Despite two police requests not to trample the plant and not to leave cigarette butts strewn willy-nilly, this was exactly their modus operandi.
Along with horrid paint-rinsing water being liberally disposed of among the plants that hadn't been trampled. (Isn't that illegal?!)
After two weeks of mounting frustration, the exercise is finished.
And Prudence is not entirely convinced the inconvenience was worth it. The place doesn't really look that much better.