Like most women, I love my flowers.

Unlike some women, I love them more on over commercialised days.

If flowers could talk, I am very sure they would think the worst of women and best of men. How superficial we are fawning over them in a bouquet but not even batting an eyelid when they are in a pot. In February, the Hubba most dutifully presented me with three lovely bouquets - of which, I really have to credit him for the diligence after he escaped the first year unscathed since we were mostly away and buying flowers overseas is truly too unnecessary. I wish I caved in those David Austins in Turkey! #posthoneymoonwoes