Geranium

Since this is called a geranium shop. I will randomly populate this review with the names of flowers because I want to and because I like flowers. Daffodil!
This shop always has a window display with interesting items. Tall banana-​yellow boots, grungy biker faux leather jackets, little cut glass vases, circus animals jumping through hoops of fire, Eddy Izzard doing a comedy routine, a field of poppies. Sadly, whenever I walk by, violets, its generally after work and closed. I managed to make it in there the other day though (and once before a few months ago). Immediately on my left was a rail of nice pound price clothes. SCORE! Tiger lily!
The place is clean and neat and roses and smells fine, like daisies, and they have a pretty decent selection of stuffs. I actually bought something. Pansy. Mum. Bluebell. I snagged a brooch of filigreed metal with an Egyptian type figure, again in metal, soldered to the middle It had a very antique looking closure and I’m guessing it might be, baby’s breath, from the 1920’s, but I could be wrong. In any case it only put me out a pot of marigolds and 50p. Since this place is really out of the way, it tends to have some good items and it doesn’t have ludicrous prices like West End charity shops. Azalia.