As I leave my office on Friday I notice that someone has placed a beautiful blue bag on my desk. Inside there is an exquisitely wrapped package and an envelope. Inside the envelope there is a card, which of course I cannot read. On consulting a colleague I learn that this is a gift from another colleague whose mother sadly shuffled off the mortal coil recently.
It goes like this, I think. On the decease of a component of a friend’s family one is expected to contribute cash to said friend. The friend then, post funeral, gives to you a gift, which is what I found on my desk.
Gift and card. The text is long. I wish I knew what it said.
Japan really does packaging. The gift is in a bag. The gift is immaculately wrapped. Having ripped off the immaculate wrapping, a beautiful box is revealed, inside of which there are two further beautiful boxes.
Seems a pity to open them
The suspense is of course made er more because I cannot read the writing on the box. Illiteracy really spices up life. Inside the boxes are sublime sachets.
Polly put the kettle on
What does it signify?
A lonely little petunia
