…there was a florist who ordered roses. On a Monday. 40 Hypnose please for Thursday. ‘can you call back to let me know you can get them?’
No call back.
Tuesday. Called again and was serenaded with music.
Another day, and this time a visit. ‘Did you manage to get the hypnose’ Mr…lets call him Mr Amnesia it has a nice ring. Big thumbs up. Hoorah.
Thursday, the day of reckoning. Mr Delivery Driver opens the door with the words ‘NO HYPNOSE’. ‘But we thought you’d like these instead’.
Oh how I laughed.
See it’s therapeutic being a florist. We just play with flowers all day long. We don’t design things, important things like weddings.
And now you’re thinking that’s where the story ends.
Ah hah, how wrong.
Friday, Mr Delivery Driver pops his head and hands over the missing 10 roses.
They’re called Charmant. They are indeed rather lovely. And yes they worked just fine in the gloriously mismatched cake stands. Pretty pretty pretty. What do you think? It’s the little greyish/peachy number taking centre stage in shot number 3.