The Daily Post: In the pink

When I was fifteen and convinced my future success lay in being an international movie star/philanthropist (a role I graciously allowed Angelina Jolie to have instead) the careers adviser at school did some kind of jiggery pokery on an ancient computer and printed out a sheet with suggested careers for me. At the very top was Florist. I laughed. I was a bit insulted. I couldn’t see the potential in being a florist. Oh, how I wish I’d listened! Now I love nothing better than an afternoon elbow deep in flowers. Admittedly my playing is not quite the up at dawn pressure of a real florist but at least now I’ve discovered the local flower and floristry wholesalers, I can use all the professional resources. And it is somewhat cheaper than buying flowers on the high street, meaning I can indulge that bit more often. I find it incredibly satisfying and meditative, just as I used to find baking, except not as calorific…