Wrapped up in a Five Pound Note

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.

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

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

Polly put the kettle on

What does it signify?

A lonely little petunia

A lonely little petunia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e-99Dw7qFE

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