So we’ve made our own little garden out of the balcony. I must have about 20 odd plants out there & Bear is putting up gorgeous little Chinese lanterns at I type. Actually, having just seen his handy work, I’m near tears it’s so pretty.

*Update – New photo*

(okay so it’s slightly ski-wiff but it’s all I could get before my batteries ran out)

There is more to it than just fancy lights & dirt though folks. We’ve been “saving plants”. Saving them from the people on the ground floor to be precise. Our landlord obviously spent a bit of cash on making the outside of the house/garden pretty & he left a good few plants down there, taking for granted the fact that those guys would actually… water them?! But heaven forbid. I’m talking $100 worth of plants down there, easily, all either dead or dying.

So, 3am this morning, I’m stiffling giggles in the dark as Bear hums the Mission Impossible theme tune.

Dun, dun, dun dun, dun, dun, dun dun, doo bee doooo, dooo beee dooo, dooo beee dooo, dooo beee!!!!!!!!!!

This afternoon I’d replanted 2 & scoped out another 3 for the taking. Evidently, we now have our cover of nightfall, but it’s no fun if it’s not in the wee hours right?! Seriously though, the amount we’ve spent on our own, to see those wasted like that? Fuck it, they’re mine & hell, if the folks down there start to miss them, I’m gonna start writing ransoms in leaves.