"Not for ages? Shame on your dad keeping you too busy." George winked at her, "No, I don't have a balcony. And no time to see to the roses even if I did. My Guvnor keeps me hopping. Sometimes I'm not home for days. Night blooming flowers you say? I've never seen night blooming ones. I reckon I'll have to get to Venice one day so I can have a whiff." He grinned sheepishly at the poor joke. He hope she didn't get it.
"What sort of flooding? It can't come up as far as your windows, can it?" He reached forward to bring a bloom closer and winced. His stitches pulled painfully. He took a slow breath and the pain passed.