A Rose By Any Other Name

In the supermarket this morning The Mother was looking at the flowers: "Would you like some flowers?" "That would be nice. Thank you!" I could see her reaching out. "These are good ones!" I add, quickly lifting them out of the can.

It's very late when the Man and I get home. He carries the bouquet down the path for me. "These look like..." "Roses?" "No, I was thinking...!" "Well I'm telling you, they're new green and cream roses!"

Pity they don't smell like roses! In fact, they smell a bit... well, cabbagy!