Mr D brought me a bunch of daffodils home the other night. It was about midnight on a Tues which is the night Mr D goes and talks
**llo**s important business with his friends at the local pub & I have a nice night in just me my remote and my online friends (actually typing that even to me makes me sound like a complete freak)
Anyway, the daffodils were lovely, a cute little bunch, I’ve put them in a vintage jug on the dining table, but considering there are no flower shops on the way to home from the pub & if there was they certainly wouldn’t be open at midnight, one has to question where they came from.
The daffodils in the local park are beautiful this time of year.
Am I worth doing time for? It would seem so.
PS. The picture is not exhibit A. I decided not to take any photographic evidence.