This is a follow up to my post last week about the Hells Angel and a cabbage. It is a bit of a tentative link to running but made me laugh.
I had told my husband about being caught up by a large and very scary hairy biker and being given a cabbage (a gift from the old couple he had been visiting), and his telephone number on a business card (so that I could let him know if I felt the old couple ever needed anything). He seemed to really care about these two although I do not know how they are connected. This guy seemed really nice.
My husband (always the joker) has been telling friends and family (and quite frankly, anybody else that would listen) how he has spent a fortune of flowers and gifts for me since we met, and now my affections are being drawn away by a guy that just gave me a cabbage. I then have to explain the situation. I think my husband would do well as a tabloid reporter, he can take a few facts and make them fit a completely different story :).
Shortly after returning from my run on Saturday there was a knock at the door and I was presented with an enormous bouquet of flowers. I have never seen so many flowers and could hardly carry them. As I walked into the lounge so that I could put the flowers down to read the card, my husband looked rather shocked. The card said they were from him. He admitted he had ordered flowers but this is not what he had expected.
Some time ago, he had bough me flowers that had an ornamental cabbage as the center piece so he thought it would be funny to just buy me a bunch of ornamental cabbages as a joke. He spoke to a young girl at the florist over the phone and explained that he wanted a bouquet with half a dozen cabbages in it. She told him the cost of the cabbages but also explained that it really needed some other flowers with them to look right and so he agreed and gave his card details.
After seeing them, he called them again and spoke to someone different who said that the order just said that it should include the cabbages and other flowers to balance, so that's what was made. In the box that indicates the price limit, was written "As required". He looked a bit subdued after the call.
We quickly ran out of vases for the flowers so he went up in the loft as we remembered we had put some old ones up there. I now have flowers in virtually every room in the house.
We sat down and admired the flowers and I thanked him and said that they must have cost a fortune. His answer was "Err, yes, but don't ask, in fact don't ever ask!!". I suspect I may not get any more for quite some time.