We buried Grasshopper today. Jane bought a beautiful lisianthus plant, which we surrounded with sweet basil, at the same time we replanted Rhubarb’s grave with a rainbow chilli plant and bright purple and pink petunias.
For once, I couldn’t really speak. He was very unique*.
*Something is either unique, or it isn’t. My friend Simone goes batshit when she hears the words “very unique”. Or “totally unique”, or “singularly unique”. My favourite varies between “utterly unique” and “most unique”. Even better than “better than the best”.