Doom

 

Niall will be picking me up for the handbell wedding in less than twelve hours.*

 I feel sick.

 I’m so demoralised I actually cut a rose and brought it indoors.  I’ve told you I can’t bear to cut anything, haven’t I?  Well, in a garden this small I can always just stand in the door and look at it, whatever it is.  But you don’t get the smell while you’re working, that way.  And the smell of a rose makes you work faster.  No, really.  You should try it. 

 This is Mme Isaac Pereire.  And she smells