Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday
There was a bouquet on the counter. It was somewhat less than perfect, but Peter was trying.
He was actually trying really, really hard, if only to avoid thinking about the memories he'd dredged up last night. When he had this one looking halfway decent, he'd start on another one. Or maybe the shop could use a new coat of paint?
He should get a radio or something in here, to help occupy his thoughts.
But the shop was open!
[Open shop, no OCD today!]
He was actually trying really, really hard, if only to avoid thinking about the memories he'd dredged up last night. When he had this one looking halfway decent, he'd start on another one. Or maybe the shop could use a new coat of paint?
He should get a radio or something in here, to help occupy his thoughts.
But the shop was open!
[Open shop, no OCD today!]