When I arrived home at lunch time today, there sitting waiting for me was a long narrow box that the postman had delivered. What was it I wondered and who had sent it. Intrigued, I tackled the staples that were holding it tightly closed and found inside wrapped in green tissue paper, a beautiful bouquet of carnations, direct from
I found the gift card in the box, “Thanks for all you kindnesses.
Happy Birthday for the 24th.” But, there was no signature, no printed name, nothing to tell me from whom it came.
So, it`s a mystery.
But it`s a mystery that I shall have to solve so that I can say Thank You.
1 comment:
It wasn't me.
But Happy Birthday anyway.
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