Since she died, I've tended not to buy flowers for myself. Not sure why, it just felt slightly wrong. Now and again, though, when I see some particularly pretty ones, I feel a sharp prod in my back and a voice in my head telling me to stop messing about and for goodness sake put them in the trolley.
Which is why I bought these today for my birthday. I could feel the approval as I went through the checkout.
[Ginger brack from the wonderful Bothams of Whitby]