A Sunday Adventure

 

I've told you that after service ring* I go down to the florist's, who is mad enough to open on Sundays, and scarf the . . . uh, and buy a few cut flowers**.   Peter usually meets me outside the church door with his bicycle, and we trundle down to the florist's together***.

            The florist has a few potted plants with all the cut flowers.  I've been known to indulge in these too.†  Today Peter took a fancy to a salvia.  Oh, it'll go in my knapsack, he said.  Er—don't you want me to...