The weird case of the rose

Now then, if you have been reading this blog for any length of time, you will know that I live in an old (built in 1546) cottage in a small village in Oxfordshire. You will also know that I have experienced some spooky goings-on in my house.Wooooooh (that was a ghost noise).

Some of the transcendental doings that have happened previously, include:

Random flock of frogs in my cellar

Dead bloke in my back garden (my favourite)

Aliens trying to beam me up

Weird incident with the necklace (my second favourite)

Me haunting Julie's computer

Well it doesn't stop there. I am telling you, it is like 'Most Haunted' round at my house.

"So what has happened now?" I hear you cry.

Well, it's simple. We have the weird case of the roses. I was given a bunch of beautiful pink roses about a week ago, and I carefully trimmed off the excess foliage and chopped the stems, before putting them into a vase in my living room.

There they sat, emitting a gentle perfume into the room, when I suddenly noticed this:

Pic.No.1. A single dead rose. Da duh dahhhh!

Yep, all the roses were in bloom and intact. Except for one.

I know what you are thinking, because I thought the same thing ...... "surely there was something wrong with the stem?"

WRONG! Following a close examination, I ascertained that there was nothing amiss with the stalk.... nothing at all.

So there is only one logical conclusion...... I have fallen prey to supernatural symbolism. But why the ONE dead rose? That is just pure spooky. After I've finished my pizza, I might ring up the Bishop to have my house exercised before I start projectile vomiting and my head starts spinning on my neck.