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My local pub is a bit peculiar. Some years back a mate came in and asked me if I wanted an Oak Tree. He was carrying a plant pot with this sad looking weed in it: “It needs somewhere to grow,” he told me. Having had a few I agreed.
Right now the bloody thing has taken over a corner of the garden completely, it’s growing like the clappers. It’s a mutant !!
A few years later the land lord of the pub came out with an old paint tin with another weed in it. “Here Bob,” he said cheerfully. “Have an Ash Tree.” Having had a few I agreed.
Another part of my small garden is now being dominated by a mutant Ash Tree that’s already overtaken the mutant Oak Tree.
TODAY !!
A mate came in and said: “Here Bob, have some tomatoes and a cucumber, my greenhouse is firing on all cylinders.” Having had a few, I agreed.
Look at the picture !!! I put the can of beer and the pound coin in to give it some scale. The tomato is the size of a cricket ball, and the cucumber could pass itself off as a torpedo. They’ve both got to be mutants … it must be Radon gas or something.
I’m being surrounded by mutant plants. It’s like a bloody science fiction B movie.
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If anyone offers you a fruit tree take it.