Huh?

Every week, when I do my "big shop" at the supermarket, I buy flowers in memory of my departed pets. This dates from the day after my first pussy cat loss, in 1991, when a neighbour bought me some flowers after my Biggles died.

This is the kind of sight that confronts me as I walk into whatever store I'm visiting - hordes of colourful blooms:

Today, almost the only thing left was a selection of half dead bunches dotted around some empty buckets. Where have all the flowers gone (long time passing...)?

Gone to street parties every one? I wonder. I don't know of any going on, perhaps there's just one really big one near this particular supermarket.

I managed to snag one decent bunch of yellow carnations tipped with dark red. Kitties and birdies will be remembered appropriately.

Meanwhile, does anyone out there have any plans to celebrate the royal nuptials? I'm sorry the only openly London-living V-blogger will be dsappointing the royalists among you by not going to central London and Westminster Abbey to record the event for the blog.

Or am I?...