Coming home from work the evening after Oliver left for ten days in Abu Dhabi, I found a lovely bunch of tulips waiting for me in the kitchen.
Yesterday I came home, entered the apartment and shut the door. Hearing a rustling sound, I walked into the kitchen. The petals were still rocking back and forth where they’d fallen.
My tulips have exploded in protest. Apparently the flowers also feel that ten days is a long time to be gone, having a lovely time in the desert without me.
Have a nice flight home tomorrow night Olli. Try not to hurt yourself with that ring. 😉