Braced for the busiest days of the year the stalwart and delightful staff at Flower Corner are ready to sell, wrap, listen, advise and deliver thousands of blooms this weekend. It’s quite a risky business. All those flowers will fade rapidly if not shifted over the next three days. Those who plan in advance were in today ordering the best, tomorrow will be the last minute’ers and Sunday morning will be those in the shit trying to bail themselves out of a tricky situation. My pals Naomi and Steve run a florists in Gloucester, Steve seems to end up doing a lot of the deliveries, like Paul, the owner of Flower Corner. Steve told me he was amazed at the number of girls who, when he knocks on the door with a lavish bouquet ask him to tell the bloke to shove them where the sun don’t shine, and slam the door in his face! Strange creatures women.
4 comments:
Ian is a true romantic....NOT!
Guzzisue once asked him why he never bought her flowers. His answer was to ask if she wanted plain or self raising....and the knowing silence started.
Wheat Montana Prairie Gold. And get them making Steak Pies. That is all.
Of course, what those of us who don't have to buy flowers want to know is: Did they work?
Overheard in a local pub last year: "I told 'er if she wants flowers she should just look out the bleedin' window". Followed by an awkward silence and the sound of a chair scraping on the tiled floor.
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