These buttonholes from yesterday's wedding are about the only thing i photographed this weekend. Roses and hellebores.
I am sitting in the shop, knee high in leaves, contemplating the tidying up. The Hound and I have just been taken out for lunch, so i can't complain.
It has been a busy 2 days, a good 2 days, lots of banter, late nights, and jam jars.
This morning one of my customers came to collect the flowers ordered by his daughter. It was early, I was tired, he was wearing his pilot uniform, in one swift move he fixed a DIY problem that has been bugging me for months. For some reason I blurted out the words
I would just like apologise to him for this, and to his wife (i did the flowers) He was jolly nice about it, pretended not to hear. I obviously didn't actually mean it.
I am going to tidy up now.
Also ignore any rumours that The Hound actually did any work this weekend, he wasn't even here. He was off having boy time.
Not the cutesy post about small children and mothers i had intended, but sometimes life doesn't work out that way.
Also to the customer, who on hearing my tale offered to dress up as a fireman. See you soon.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 4:00 PM