Jimmy brought these flowers home on Friday - I did ask him if he was having an affair or he was drunk, but it seemed that he just wanted to bring flowers home.
By Saturday they were moulting alarmingly - quite distracting as one sees another petal float down just at the margins of my peripheral vision.
It's Tuesday, and the hearth rug is snowed under. I suppose I shall have to clear up, but only when the flowers are finished
