This post was prompted by the ‘100 Word Challenge’ here. Please visit the post on Julia’s site and scroll down to view the photo.
Perhaps the astute wife of a country town tailor started the idea. Imagine this:
“Bob, we should make the most of this pageant, you know. Promote the old firm a bit.”
“Not my scene, sweetheart. And we seem to get by…”
“Yes, love, we do. But there’ll be another house to keep soon. Our Nev has a thing going with Mary, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“You’ve got ideas going round in that brain of yours…”
And so, at the pageant, a cart bearing with the firm’s name carried a floral sculpture round the town: ‘Robert Flowers and Son, Tailors.’
This post is based on my own musings only. Any similarity with any known incident, or any work of fiction, is unintentional.