A spontaneous invitation from the friend of a professor this morning, and by seven o clock this evening I was on my way to my first ever flower club meeting. I was accompanied by several other unabashed flower loving females, and we sat for an hour or two watching a demonstration for several unique "Autumn Glory" arrangements.
As we were about thirty years younger than the average Ballymacash Club member, we stuck out like sunflowers in a Christmas bouquet.
Quick tea and biscuits, and it was back to the manor.
My hair smells like roses.
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