This is the end, isn't it? I'm 33 and this is as exciting as it gets on a Friday afternoon. No cocktails. No dashing men in suits. No sir-ee bob, no.
A bloody plant workshop! And it's indoors! Well, it's for indoor plants but it's also indoors so not even a chance of a bit of sunshine and wind.
What do I do? Accept total defeat and attend? My friend at work really wants to. It's next week at lunchtime. It's 8 quid and 'Each participant will receive 3 different, small, easy-to-care for indoor plants (3 ½ to 4” pots)'.
Not a bad deal, really.
(Disclaimer: apologies to anyone who likes gardening. My fingers are plainly not green)