Today I'm providing 2 pictures, who would have thought?
After saying "The ficus needs a new pot and fresh soil." at least once a week for ca. 1,5 years (as my mother so nastily brought to my attention) I finally bought a new pot (a terracotta pot, the poor thing had to live in plastic before) and fresh soil. Before I moved it into its new pot I had to cut it down quite drastically as it had grown way too high and spindly twigs. I had to endure the sight of two wooden sticks in a pot for some weeks and was afraid that I might had cut a bit too enthusiastically. But look! It's coming! Fresh green and healthy leaves. I hope there will be more to come, because I just hate losing plants, it makes me sad.