Did you know that you were not allowed to take flowers onto a hospital ward? Me neither. Obviously my Big Sister knew that.
Anyway, on Saturday 18 August (I will remember this date forever and ever and ever), I received my first ever bunch of flowers from a male. An actual male, who was not a relation. I had to get cancer to do it. But I got them all the same. They were dead nice…. Couldn’t keep them in case of bugs. Typical.
They were pretty so pretty. I just have to remember that eventually, they would have died. Maybe they were dead already. Perhaps I could have pressed them in a book and then stored them in my keepsake box? Too much Jones. Too much The next day, I got a fake bunch of flowers. I intend to dust those bad boys in the years to come.