Weddings require flowers. We hired a van this morning and drove over to the city's wholesale flower market. This is where florists from around South Yorkshire purchase their stock.
Frances spent over £400 (US $500) on her chosen flowers and there will be more to pick up tomorrow morning. There are also a good number of our own garden flowers to add to the mixture.
As I write this short blogpost, the beloved wife and daughter are currently outside sorting out the flowers and getting them in buckets etcetera before storing them temporarily in our underhouse area. Some of you may recall that this was where I imprisoned several parking enforcement officers a few years ago before transporting them to Afghanistan. I wonder what happened to them...
As Shirley and Frances were selecting flowers at the flower market, I was wandering around wondering where the vegetables were. The only wedding flower I am really interested in is the white Yorkshire rose that I shall be wearing in my lapel.
Now I must dash. I am off to Oxfam for my regular Wednesday afternoon shift. See ya!