I used to have a Walter, along with a Percy, a Colin and a Freda, all in very large pots. Percy Phoenix Palm sadly turned up his leaves during a bad winter, Colin Cordyline (a single stem specimen, impressive at about over six feet) suffered badly too, so was cut down (in his prime) and has since sprouted back in a multi stem form. Freda Fatsia Japonica is a shadow of her former self, and frankly I don't hold out much hope 
Walter Windmill Palm has been examined by someone more knowledgeable than me, and been pronounced dead.
The problem is that his mortal remains are in a large and rather lovely terracotta pot. How on earth do I get him out without breaking it?
By the way, the plants had names to help Mr P remember what they are. He doesn't have any mental impairment (other than the ones that most men seem to have) but after I heard him asking an assistant at the garden centre ask if she had trailing labia, I thought it best.
Are all your old work places still going?
Would you rather stay your current age or swap the digits around?
What foods that you aren't allergic to don't seem to agree with your body?
Were you more emotionally attached to one parent over the other ?
