Stewarts Office Plants

We supply many businesses across the South, from Sussex and Surrey, through Hampshire and Dorset to Wiltshire and Somerset. For more information about the services we offer visit our home page, or contact us here. In this blog you'll find news, interesting snippets, stories and pictures of our staff's adventures out on the road.

Friday, February 28, 2014

I love my scissors

This might seem like a silly and trivial blog post, but it's occasioned by something that happened to me this week.

As I live a good distance north of Stewarts, I do one maintenance rota of my own every fortnight consisting of most of our Somerset and Wiltshire jobs, including two in Swindon. I got to the second of my Swindon jobs, reached down to my holster for my trusty scissors, and they'd gone!

I drove hell-for-leather back to my previous maintenance call and - thank goodness - found them tucked down the side of a chair in reception where I had been perched while pruning the leaves of the plants in a table top bowl.

Why such panic over a mere pair of scissors? Well, I've had this very pair for fifteen years, since I was a fledgling maintenance technician at another firm, learning my craft five days a week on the 1,000 plant displays at Heathrow Airport.  I lost the original pair I had been issued and bought these from somewhere, and I've never seen another pair so perfect for looking after office plants. If you look closely at the picture above, you can see the blade has been worn away by the number of times it has been sharpened.

I think they are technically florist's scissors, but the combination of a short blade for precision, and a curved blade for strength means they can do what most of my staff need a separate pair of scissors and secateurs for.

So losing them - albeit temporarily - made me realise just how much I love this trusty pair of scissors.

Come back next week when I will compose a sonnet in honour of one of my watering cans.