Clearing out my nan's attic, we found a cocking massive bag of homegrown.
It was literally the size of a football, and obviously pretty ancient because there was no smell at all, and the leaves were all so brittle and yellow that they just crumbled to dust when we tried to roll them.

So we made it into tea, and drank that instead. About forty minutes later, we'd all thrown up all over her house (it didn't matter that much - she was dead, and new people were moving in) and Ollie had gone blind in his left eye.

We still talk about whether or not it was actually my nan's stash, and wonder if she'd secretly had a big hydroponics setup in her loft at some point. Cheeky old dear.
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