They searched my house and garden, even took samples from my homemade fertiliser. Just fermenting manure and decaying weeds as I’d assured them, but they had the decency to apologise. Unlike Marion.
My plants love that fertiliser. They thrive. Grow ten times bigger than usual specimens. My roses are the size of dinner plates.
To show Marion there were no hard feelings, I invited her to inspect my greenhouse.
Flies were just baby food to Venus. She prefers heartier meals now.