He's a bobby. She is the most organised person in the whole of South Manchester. Law and Order. Clever.
Order had met me in The Met. I'd just had a baby. I was holding it together. Just. She was kind. She was patient. We talked blooms. We worked out the best way forward for a DIY and 'but I'm not confident with that bit' combo.
There was a class. There was cake. They brought Veuve. They also brought copper beech. And a six foot branch. And many, many, many, many jam jars. They had a lesson, we created tablecentres. In the studio I created the bouquets. We wrapped birch bark round the bouquet. I have wrapped birch bark round many things over the years. Oh my.
The sun was a shining. The venue had a herb garden. (The herb garden bit was probably more exciting to me than most.) There was a hound. The hound did not attend the wedding. It belonged to the owners Daughter-In-Law. This has nothing to do with the flowers, but it is great scene setting stuff. I think the hound was a Spaniel. I'm not good on hound breeds.
They got married. There was a Pettibone dress. There were blue Nigella in the mix. It was always going to be a good'un.
Here it is. Law and Order.
