When Life Doesn't Give You Lemons

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

I have mentioned our stubby little lemon tree before. It is not very big, and it looks a bit unhealthy.

"You need to pee on it," suggested Loulou. Who knows about such things.

She and Caro looked at me expectantly. As if they were waiting for me to whip out the auld feller right there and then. 

Which I did not do. 

I AM NOT A PERFORMING MONKEY.

I subsequently forgot about it. Until tonight.

Dave was in the house, happily puttering around the living room. But Caro needed to pee.

She was worried that, in doing this, she would wake Punky and then we'd have to put Dave out. 

"Maybe I'll go out the back," she laughed. I laughed too. What a lark. 

But then she headed out anyway. 

"Well I don't want to disturb the cats, and the tree needs urine," she explained.

So there you have it. Things you don't expect to hear from your wife ever, #37. 

S.