The week before we went to Devon, my neighbours had been away on holiday.
They have a lovely friendly cat named Freddie, and I’d been looking after him while they were away.
Well, on Saturday my neighbour knocked on my door, armed with a bunch of flowers to say thank you.
I’m not one for bouquets, I can never display them to their advantage, so they always looks too cluttered, plus they make such a mess, and I much prefer to see flowers growing in a garden.
I thanked her, walked into the kitchen and lay them on the work surface, while I rummaged in my cupboards to find my obligatory vase for such occasions.
I hadn’t really took much notice of what they were, so when I unwrapped them I was pleasantly surprised to see there was just a few lilies, which wouldn’t need much arranging.
I filled the vase with water, and popping the lilies into the water, carried them over to my dining table.
WOW! oh! WOW! They looked stunning.
I felt really embarrassed at the ‘oh no, not bloody flowers’ that had gone through my mind when she’d handed me them, I’d never expected anything for looking after Freddie, he’s a little gem of a cat, and I enjoy doing it.
So thank you Freddies’ mum 🙂