It was my mummy's birthday last week, and my brothers, my dad and I got her a plant to celebrate.
It was a little bit funny that we got her a plant, because as some of you may remember, my mummy is the worst gardener in the whole world. My friend Jonesie would probably have a conniption if she witnessed it.
The plant lives out on my balcony, and each morning when I go out to sniff the air and spy on the neighbours I whisper words of encouragement to the little flowers.
You can do it, little flowers! You can outsmart my mummy!