When I awoke to the news of Brexit on the morning of the 23rd June, I felt a rising panic that I couldn’t seem to quell. I have a fairly decent commute to work, so the first hour of my morning was filled with various politicians and journalists adding to the hysteria that had bubbled over during the overnight counting, and all the while all I could think of was ‘BUT WHAT ABOUT MY FLOWERS?!’
It’s been a little while since my last blog, so I hope you are all doing well and seeing as though I haven’t been inundated with phone calls asking when the next one will be published I will take it that I haven’t been missed too much! Anyway, you’re reading this so they can’t be too bad.