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As I have no friends and don't get out much, I decided many years ago to dedicate my life to houseplants.
Brian was sold to me as a bromeliad but right from the start I had my doubts..the rapid growth, startling yellow wigs he wore, the way he suddenly turned white and puffed seeds into the ether at the slightest hint of a breeze. Slowly the dreadful truth sank in - Brian was a cuckoo in my nest.
I watered him daily just the same, groomed him for aphids and kissed him goodnight but the trust between us was gone. When I knew he wasn't looking, I began to watch him carefully for signs of white sap and blow but he was cunning and concealed them from me.
One day I'll catch you out, Brian..one day, and then..