War of the Plants

At the Fitzjohn Avenue house. I am living with Gina. We have been bothered by a man and a woman trying to sell us things. The man wears loud clothes that are too young for his gray hair and wrinkles. They try to sell us a paint treatment for cars. We cannot get rid of them. I shout at them. A man called Mr. Majestic with an Italian accent stops by and talks about the hawkers and weed killer.

In the kitchen. Mum is in the house talking to her friend Rita. A couple of house plants that came into contact with the weed killer declare war on each other. Stuff shoots from one pot to the other as bells ring. One plant seems to be winning. When Mum enters the kitchen everything is covered in mud. I am outside laughing.