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Rest in Peace

I had a dream the other night I was 3 months pregnant. My stomach was in so much pain and the doctor told me 'that happens' in the first 3 months.

I woke to realise that it was partly true - my stomach was in aches and pains although it was probably to do with the Pilates and Abs Blast classes instead of a child growing inside.

When I relayed the story to girl at work, she promptly told me:

"That means someone's going to die."

A bit taken aback, I laughed it off and realised I could attribute this to ANYONE in the world as at ANY GIVEN MOMENT someone is sadly passing.

It was only after I got home, however, that I realised my dream perhaps has actually predicted a death close to my home.

I have killed the fern I was supposed to be tending.

I walked past it last night, the pathetic leaves drooping, the stems at the bottom pulling themselves away from the roots.

Who knew you could OVER water a plant?

I did have one last ditch effort on Sunday where i mixed up some MiracleGro in water in the hopes of a miraculous revival...smiliar to the chest pads doctors use..CLEAR!

Alas, it was not to be. That plant is on a suicide mission.

The sad part is, I'm not really sure what to do next.

How do you unwater a plant?

Mental note to self: When you have children, be sure not to overwater them.

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