a little bit broken

The pot, once at home with my father-in-law, had been driven half way across the country so that it could find a new home with us.

It wasn't of much monetary worth, but it had been a favourite and was an important reminder of his beloved garden. I gave it prominence and planted it with a candy-coloured fuchsia that I hoped would emphasise its turquoise.

The pot had been in position for approximately 48 hours when it was run over by a drunken teenager attempting to return a bicycle to the shed.

Of course, the drunken teenager attempted to prop it back together, in the hope, presumably, that we wouldn't notice the staggeringly large crack or the scattering of flower heads and compost surrounding it.

I'm making the best of the relic with some very forgiving houseleeks (sempervivum) in a quiet spot away from the shed. So far, so just about ok.