One handbag. In this field. In North Wales.
Told a customer. A complete stranger. Who said ‘I’m going there now, would you like me to pick it up’. Can you believe that? What’s the chances?
The lady (my new best friend – Alison in case you were wondering) gatecrashed a wedding. And was treated to a poetry recital by the bride’s father.
Beautiful people. Bride and Groom rocked. Wanted protea’s, national flower of South Africa, her home country. Groom was adamant, and stuck to his guns on buttonhole. It was a gerberra. And James my lovely English flower grower pulled out stops to get these stunning dahlia’s. Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together?
Oh and the cat really really wanted to come home with me. It mooched for a very long time around the van. But in the end knew which side it’s bread was buttered and stayed home.
