Unexpected sunshine instead of the predicted continuation of the downpour that has been February, meant standing in the park suddenly became feasible. The annual giving-flowers-to-strangers day is a moveable feast, depending on when I have time to do it. I went prepared, taking a few already bloomed daffodils from my vase at home, which was good as the ones I then bought in the shop were tightly budded so less appealing.
I wasn't out long, only one person declining this year, and as usual, a fair bit of curiosity as to why I do it.
I thought I'd dropped a label that fluttered off in the wind so ran to retrieve it rather than cause litter, and would you believe it, it was actually a ten pound note. This presented a small quandry... Am I meant to go and buy a tenner's more daffodils? Give it to UNICEF (I'd posted earlier in the day about world hunger)? Would it be a bad use of police time to hand it in? Or do I just leave it for someone else to find?
This is exactly why I don't do the lottery, as winning would be way too much of a weighty dilemma as to how to distribute the windfall.
I'm sure I'll be presented with lots of opportunities to give it away :-)
