This week Michael is asking you to write about karma.
Sure I believe in Karma and what goes around comes around etc.
When the drunken bastards uprooted our Ancient Mariner rose bush, I hope they got thorns that went septic and had the hangovers from hell for a week , but I’ll never know.
I also hope a similar fate befell whoever stole the entire head in full glorious bloom of the deep red rose standard my father had given me. They left just the stem so I had no chance of even taking a cutting.
However, this little prank came back to bite me in the backside.
When my first nephew was born over fifty years ago, I used to babysit.
OB had a milkometer gadget on his front wall which indicated how many pints of milk he wanted that day. The range was zero to 5, and yes, I put it on 5 the day I was taken home. Nobody noticed until 5 pintas were left on the doorstep the next day. I did own up when asked.
Fast forward to 1978 and my first marital home where I had something similar on my wall. Yep, someone, I never found out who, changed it from 1 to 5. The Ex-to-be got rid of it.