Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

The philodendron leaf was so large that on it’s trajectory towards Finnley it caught a bottle a Bhum on the edge of the desk, causing it to topple onto the floor.

“Now look what you’ve done, you clumsy thing!” exclaimed Liz.  “That was a gift from Godfrey!”

“Don’t worry, he’ll never know,” replied Finnley, picking up the pieces.  “And don’t shout at me, after my, you know…”

Liz softened and said gently, “Well speaking of brushes, dear, you’d be better cleaning that up with a dustpan and brush, or you might cut yourself.”