Flower free today we’re going shades of pink on the boat after snooping around Herve’s lovely gold and rose home, finding hair bobs for Harpers mohican, searching for froufrou and a wedding meeting with Jasper and Allegra has me plotting a pretty gypsyphilia and sweetpea affair in Brompton.

Happy mondays xxx

xxx

Sad days on the boat this week as I finally let my gorgeous navy blue London taxi go. Off with a kiss she’s left me drenched in geranium oil, dried petals between her seats, market tickets stuffed here and there, a copy of the Lady under the dashboard and several chandelier droplets clinging to oasis bricks in the boot.

What can I say about a beautiful blue taxi? In her glorious life as my steed she’s roared home through the french countryside, been bleated at by lambs and starred in fashion shoots. Set blossoming hearts a flutter. Carted trees down motorways to country retreats and driven me to pastures new delivering to couture houses a long the way and down bus lanes ticket-free.

Transported cats, dog, rabbits…toot tooted by Stephen Fry. Insulted by Lightening Seeds, been adored by Mr Blur, played a part in many a love song and driven two sweet sweet lovebirds to their I do’s. Happy days.

With five years of happy memories she’s been Harpers first chariot, run out of petrol in many a curious place, Buckingham Palace, we love you too. Driven old ladies to Weight Watchers and darlingly worked her hubs off as a flower stall. Lovingly been cared for by a lovely taxi gent called George. Eased an aching heart and carried many a happy one. And well, been terribly terribly loved.

My darling french music playing friend, I wish you love, luck and laybys as you leave with two lovely directors, to be saved forever on film.

Owning a cab? It’s a funny adventure but I couldn’t recommend it more.

xxx

I gasp shock horror took this year off valentines which was bliss, the dizzy medly of grand prix, bacarra by the dozen and hot tulip domes a distant memory.

This valentines was all about:

Red frocks and dancing shoes.
Declaring love for our new bean Harps.
An engagement party for two sweethearts
Flowers from captain via some lovely friends
… and plotting our summer wedding, a naming day and a 40th.

Whatever deliciousness your paramour presented, hope you had a lovely time..

xxx

Dear lovely flower friends,

Mamahood has left my blog a bit bereft of late. Lots of tales to tell which I will catch up on soon, but here’s a quick round up….

Gypsy adventures – A 40th burlesque party, a crimson engagement soiree and “150 beheaded red roses within an hour please”.

The Boat – A Leaky roof, fun times with friends around the woodburner, a stray bruiser, courting swans and the mousing season starts.

Flower fun – Inspiring fab four style piceroonies of our dear flower market.

Valentines – There may well be some heart wreaths but we are banning the word ‘vintage’ aboard the good ship.

Harper Rose – Darling girl is now a one toothed cheeky six month old with curls who’s digging cats and stripes.

Lastly, today Miss H and I are listening to this over and over and over.

Happy Rainy days from London.

xxx