I was glad I didn't have that job. All I had to do was not f**k up the flowers.
I cleaned my area, ensured the airbrush and its paraphernalia were clean and dry for the morning, and collected everyone's aprons and hats to dump in the combo washer and dryer that was plumbed into the utility room. I added a detergent tablet, set the program and banged the door closed.
"Kit's on wash!" I yelled.
"Everything's good on this side," Emma answered. "Kitchen's all powered down too. Good job, everyone. Who's up for a quick one at the Bell?"
"I could do one," said Max. "Jen?"
"Yeah, alright. Just one though."
Emma locked up behind us and took a deep breath of the early evening air.
"Cold snap's coming," she said.
"Bollocks, it's September," I answered.
"Bet you a pint."
"You're on. Five day
