Dr Livingstone's mother came to visit us past weekend. She bought me another bunch of tulips.
I had just arranged them in a vase on the living room table and then the Doctor did something interesting. I've never seen Dr Livingstone leap into impro action around the house involving domestic things so quickly.
He took the vase and mumbled something like: 'There's not enough room on the table to put the drinks anywhere and they're blocking my view' and he took them off to the kitchen.
Now that's what I call thinking on your feet.
So we're shod of the flowers and the pungent smell they emit.
In the living room that is.
Now the kitchen is riddled with the stench.