Remember our blog on 'flour' arranging; well we have just been sent the following poem - with apologies to William Wordsworth:
I wandered lonely as a cloud, Two meters from the madding crowd When all at once my name was called To enter Waitrose hallowed hall. This was the pensioners' special hour I'd gone to get a bag of flour. But I forgot, when through the door What I had gone to Waitrose for. The Waitrose staff are extra kind I told them it had slipped my mind They asked what else I had forgot They clearly thought I'd lost the plot. I phone my wife again to ask. She reminded me of this special task "I need some flour to bake a cake With all the cream you made me take" "Ah yes I recall" I had to lie I dared not ask what ‘flower’ to buy But then I saw them next to the tills A bunch of golden daffodils. Well another meeting postponed so here we have our July Newsletter. Read and enjoy - try the quiz and try the July Plastic Free challenge.
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