Happy Easter folks.
I was attacked by the front door attack rose yesterday. Between it and the wrought iron hanging (empty) basket, I was held captive, hollering to Mr F to set me free. He ran as fast as he could. As the camera approached, half my head hair was wrenched out. Being attacked by a rose and a empty hanging basket is one thing. Having it immortalised forever is a step too far. I'm off to sharpen my secatuers....the roses days are now numbered.