Sometimes I despair of itisher.
When we started the chop, she and Itispal were in the kitchen preparing tea whilst I was in the loft committing herbicide.
I piled up the branches on the table and picked up the purpliest (new word?) Biggest budded branch, cued up a tune on my tablet and went into the kitchen. I waved the branch at Itispal and said
'what strain?'
'Liberty haze'
'What colour is it?'
'Purple. PURPLE HAZE!!'
Boom! Like a top class wedding dj I drop Jim hendrix. Me and Itispal when jamming around using the bud as a microphone, itisher danced with the fridge (the Samsung, we didn't have an American sportsman round for tiffin).
A bit later, during the trim, itisher proclaims
'Wow,some of this is purple'
'Yeah, that's why we had the Jimmy hendrix moment'
'Jimmy who?'
I kid you Fucking not! She is 45. I play it whenever we had purple weed.