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.
Thought this might amuse some of you!
Updating bathroom with a walk-in shower unit.
