Yesterday one of my clients who had recently retired and is moving away brought me a rose to say thanks for the help I'd given him. I'd made a difference in his life. I was quite overcome.
The rose he brought is called 'Irish Eyes'.
Apparently it reminded him of me looking him over to check he was doing well.
For you see, I'm an Irish citizen as well as an English one. My dad was Irish from Wexford, born in the 20s and mum was English from Yorkshire.
So Irish Eyes as a rose, well, it means a lot to me.
The rose got planted last night - and it looked beautiful this morning. These Irish eyes are definitely smiling. Take a look yourself...
