How high is a ceiling?

Another glorious rose.

The trouble is the blooms on this one are too heavy for the stems so they're all dangling. I need to tie them up some more. And here's one next to an orange day lily. Most of the flowers in my garden clash terribly and this was an accidental pairing.

Getting dressed this morning I asked Husband, "How high is the bedroom ceiling?"

"About 2.5 metres."

"Oh. So that plant I bought will be quite big."

I'd been thinking in feet. But that is in twenty years. I probably won't be here then to worry about it. (As in not in this house. I plan to live to be one hundred and twenty.) But I will have to think carefully about where to put my random buy.

Husband came into the study this afternoon and said, "Something's dug up one of those plants you planted yesterday."

I went to look. I suspect that rather than having been dug up I might have forgotten to plant it initially.

Incidentally while cooking I lost my oven gloves. However I did find a pair of Husband's boxers on the kitchen chair. (My oven gloves were in the study.)