Peonies are beautiful. I can’t badmouth the High Priestess of bridal flowers. Apart from when they arrive at market looking like small green bullets. And I need them to look like big blousy renaissance style blooms. In two days.
But necessity is the mother of invention in this game and I have discovered that where the heater and hairdryer fail; a strategically parked van, a sunny day and windows wound up, can do the trick.
Anyway, that was last week. This week they turned up ready to burst open so they stayed in the fridge until Thursday and behaved like professionals today.