A gerbera my tubby doctor-neighbour tried growing in his garden, that he likes to tend to shirtless and showing his adorable humpty-dumpty tummy. He drives a light blue car and waves at me as if in slow motion (with neighbourly nod) when he sees me. One day I was cycling and saw him halfway reversed, just staring at his patch of gerberas. So I asked him about them, and he said he's been trying to grow them, feeding them with leftover vegetable skins (the dedication!) and giving them special treatment, but they seem to have developed a disease. He pulled some out; I took one. Today I looked where the plot was and it was all green, no more yellow gerberas.
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