Ma Price eventually got her flowers: hellebores masquerading as hydrangea, spiraea, ranunculus and viburnum. She got extra because she’s my mother.

My mother is the real muscle behind Wildflower. She can pack a wedding into the van without breaking a sweat. She cleans up behind me as I leave a trail of detritus in my wake through the studio, I mean, you don’t even have to finish that cup of tea before it’s spirited away. She makes a lot of tea and puts up with my swearing when times are tough and suggests I take Remy down the lane to calm myself. A couple of years ago when I could hardly stand due to a bad back, she churned out ten stunning table arrangements for a wedding. Mum is a good problem solver and when I think all is lost, she generally makes a cuppa and helps me to work it out.