Flowers, flowers everywhere. Nothing like a birthday celebration to fill the office with the sweet scent of blossoms.
Japanese businesses are keen on service. The florist’s delivery man was exceptionally . He handed me the huge bouquet of pink lilies and alstroeameria, wrapped in lavender paper and wrapped with a fuschia ribbon, then he turned the flowers so that I could read the card, which was carefully handwritten in block letters. “Yomemasu ka?” he asked. Can you read it? I told him that I could, that it was my birthday and these were from my little sister. He grinned. I wonder if he wrote the card out himself?
