...they are often a surprise.
And if you're a florist you'd be surprised what you might find behind the bushes.
This week I went out on a delivery. It was an absolute scorcher of a day, I was sweating buckets in the shop and I fancied a little trip out in the van - the new electric van, that has no added extras whatsoever (I assume that 's so it doesn't use up any extra power), although it does have a fancy air-conditioning system known as 'le window'.
It was only a local one so I expected to be there and back in two shakes of a Pina colada, hoping for a quick trip out with the wind in my hair. Like many houses around here, it wasn't very clear from the sat nav (on my phone), EXACTLY where it was, but I checked roughly where it was before loading the van with a beautiful aqua-pack of sunflowers and heading off in the bright sunshine and thirty degree heat.
Twenty minutes later I was still driving round in circles, looking for the address I had on the order slip. The difficulty around here is that a lot of houses have names not numbers and a house name can be tricky to spot from the road, unless you drive along at 2mph with a pair of binoculars.
Given that I haven't had a chance to get the van sign-written yet, creeping along the back roads at snails pace in an unmarked vehicle could raise suspicions and I'm surprised no one has called the police yet.
Finally, I found the address I was looking for, but as I drove up to the imposing gates I spotted a notice attached to the entry phone 'Deliveries to the rear'
I popped the van into reverse, backed back on to the road and pulled silently up to the back entrance.
I opened the back doors and carried out a large arrangement which obscured my view slightly. With what vision I had, I looked high and low for a bell or knocker on the gate, but there was nothing but a large knob which I grabbed with my only free hand, twisted and with a loud creaking noise the gate opened.
I popped my head over a neatly trimmed bush and immediately spotted a man, sunbathing on the patio. I had left my specs in the van but yes, he was definitely naked!
I was about to put the bouquet down and slowly step away, when the chap sat up grabbing a towel.
"I'm terribly sorry" he shouted, "I didn't hear you arrive"
"I'm sorry" I hollered back "I was just admiring the view"
There was no answer, so I just put the bouquet on the table nearby and added...
"Be careful it doesn't droop in the heat" and scuttled off.
(obviously I was talking about the flowers not his manly glory)