A Bargain

A few months ago I was visiting a well known Swedish furniture store and spotted a sickly Ficus with half a dozen leaves and a dejected air.  It was reduced by about twenty quid to a fiver.  “Bargain,” I thought and whisked it away home.We nurtured it back to health.  It grew more leaves and started to look really quite chipper.  But there is a problem.  A problem that we noticed immediately we got it home.  It’s a little rude.  Actually, it’s quite a lot rude.Maybe that’s why it was languishing in the shop.  No one quite knew what to do with it.It does get a laugh when we have people round (my teenage niece collapses in a heap of giggles whenever she sees it and has to be escorted from the room).  Or a sharp intake of breath, a pursing of lips and a change of subject.