Just call me Miss Marple....

Actually, on second thoughts, please don't. As I recall, she was about a hundred years old, with a penchant for hat pins, pink fluffy cardigans and the occasional sherry - definitely not me at all! (I only ever wear aqua.....everything else is spot on!.)

So......last night, one of you fell into the cunning trap I laid for you. I mentioned, innocently, that my mystery flower sender had apparently given up - and just look what arrived at the shop today! The note that came with them (no, I'm not telling you what it said!) proves it's one of you lot.....

The girls I work with are fascinated. They seem to think that a woman of my age has no right receiving flowers every fortnight, as if a bit of excitement should only be reserved for the very young. (Mind you, one of them also suggested that I was a bit too old to have had my ear pierced twice.....how little they know.)

Anyway, I must apologise to my anonymous benefactor. I really wasn't hinting that I'd like more flowers, when I wrote about them last night - I was just being frivolous.

(But if you want to get me those earrings I mentioned before - they're still on sale in the jeweller's across the road. Except now, I need three of 'em.....)