"God you're high maintenance" said a man with laughter as he came to collect his Valentine flowers. I was giving him instruction on flower transportation at the time. Then another man came to collect his, he carefully unfolded a full colour illustrated map detailing three possible overnight flower storage locations. None were really right but with "high maintenance" ringing in my ears I though it best if he just didn't tell me. You have to let them fly.

Conversations in the shop have had a Valentine's theme, of love, of lust

of language

the clickbait vocabulary

OBSESSED

exclamation points spill from lips in abundance, rising inflection has turned to song. Once heard can never be unheard and will irritate you as much as it does Kenneth and I. Reset your ears here

Of course, I can wax lyrical about the flowers, tell tales of customers, but we all know the day was really about the dog.