Ok when it comes to law, I’m from the generation where you never tell your right hand what your left hand is doing, and as far as secrets go, if one other person knows, that’s one too many. I guess that’s what draws me here, that sense of anonymity. No one outside my partner and son know about my tent, and frankly that’s two people too many.
So I’m wee walking my dogs, and my cray neighbour comes out and asks me to stand outside her garage and asks me if I can smell anything. Well I can, her breath for one, damp and really bad incense. So she calls me in to her house, now I know she smokes because we watched the police drag a fucking load of Xmas trees out of there prolly two years ago, and I have been known to get a bit off her.
Anyway she leads me to this side room, and all you can smell is weed, an unpleasant damp and essential oils, like not good ones, stinking ones. She pulls back this curtain and she has 8 plants in what look like 20cm pots, they are all sitting in mis fitting trays filled with dank water, there is what I can only describe as sticky tape strips hanging with what look like dead fruit flies stuck to it, and there are these tiny flies that are buzzing everywhere, her plants basically look like female prisoners of war. I mean they have buds all over them, but at what cost? She made me promise to tell her if I smell anything suss, and gave me a handful of damp bud.
Funny thing, all I wanted to say is “oh honey, you need to at the very least top them once they get 5 sets of growth points, I would personally quadline, maybe a little LST, you could maybe get a SOG happening, or even a SCROG, the options are endless. And girls hate wet cold feet, get em up off the tiles, and dry their poor feet, and why haven’t you uppotted? OMG clean their room up and for fuck sake, feed em” But I said nothing other than “thanks, I will”.
Only in straya mate!
I guess I have learned quite a bit since joining.
