The joys of being a florist. Pick up a few freesia as you close up. Because you can.
And dinner. Chinese chilli cashew chicken and prawn fried rice, with organic cider. It’s been one of those weeks.
There was love in the air.
A dislocated knee.
A bullied teacher.
A guy, back fresh from Milan and a football draw.
Honey left her mum’s valentine’s card and primary school bag in the shop – reunited today.
An actual lady ordering a valentine’s bouquet. To go with the one her hubby had ordered. One each.
From recollection there was approximately five orders with two days to go.
At close of play, we had made around 90.
Yes I have nerves of steel. Lets order shit loads of flowers and pray someone buys them.
They did – thanks guys. It was memorable for lots of reasons, the snow, the lunacy, but ultimately to see so much care, love and sweetness to one’s loved ones. The world is a rather lovely place if you know where to look.