As temperatures
SOARED
into the mid thirties this week, all remained
COOL
in the Flower Shop.
Well that's how it may have seemed, on the outside I may have looked like my usual easy-breezy, laid back, chatty, I've got all the time in the world, self ...but under that glowing layer of 10 years younger foundation I was stressed, hot, tired and hangery.
The heat at home was stifling and I couldn't find anywhere comfortable to sleep. I've been instructed to eat 'sensibly' by the doc and John has been gently encouraging me to stick to the rules.
I'm sure you can imagine how a young middle-aged florist, deprived of sleep, chocolates and chips, with sweaty feet might be feeling, BUT a florist's work is never done. I had wedding flowers to order, cancel, order, cancel and order again, I had deliveries to get out and I had several funerals in the diary.
I really feel for brides, their families and venues at the moment, with all the constant changing to the rules on numbers of guests at weddings and receptions.
Funerals are a little more certain from a business perspective, but as you know I find funerals extremely personal and treat every single funeral with the greatest importance - you can't be late and you don't get a second chance for perfection.
Most funerals flowers go out first thing, even before we've opened the shop. However this week we had a mid-morning set up at a beautiful outdoor venue.
Our delivery driver Miche sauntered in as she does at around 9.30am, John had already been out to do a couple of deliveries and there were just four sat ready to go for morning deliveries.
"Make sure you're back by 11am" I shouted as Miche reversed out into the road.
It was almost 11am and there was no sign of Miche and the van, so I gave her a quick call.
" I won't be long, I've been having trouble finding one of the houses, but I met someone on a horse while I was trying to turn around on a bridleway and he's given me some directions. I'm just walking up the road now because I had to leave the van in a sort of lay-by as it's too narrow to stop up here. I'll be back in ten minutes"
I anxiously waited, knowing how much there was to do at the venue and how I couldn't be late. Twenty minutes later, I called again, trying not to sound too hysterical.
"I'm on my way back, just coming into the village" she replied, although I knew this was a lie as she wouldn't answer the phone if she was actually driving.
"You wouldn't believe what a nightmare I've had" she continued (still obviously not on her way).
"The Sat-nav took me down a bridleway, then I got directions but couldn't find the house anywhere, I a nice lady walking her dogs and she gave me more directions but alas the position of house was proving to be a complete mystery. In the end I just knocked on someone's door and you wouldn't believe this, but..."
Come on, please come on, get in the van, I was thinking.
"Have you actually delivered the flowers" I asked.
"Yes, but they changed the name of the house, so the address didn't actually exist!!!" Miche replied.
"Great" I replied in my calmest, but squeakiest voice "Can you just get back here as quickly as you can?"
Five minutes later (which felt like at least an hour)
pulled up outside the shop. Before she could even get out, Lisa and I flung open the back doors, filled the van with carefully arranged tributes and tethered them down.
Miche got out and off we sped.