Late Friday night, November 24th., 1995; early Saturday morning, November 25th.,1995; a great time to sleep in bed until late Saturday morning… My cell phone (not smartphone – not invented yet) rings.
Half asleep, half awake, I stretch my hand to the bedside table – nope, the phone is not there. Somehow, the phone stopped ringing. So, I did like what any normal person would do… continue sleeping.
A few very short moments later… my cell phone rings, louder and longer this time. I stumbled out of bed, followed the trail the sound led and found my phone on a chair some distant few metres away.
“Hello”, I said, without checking the LCD screen to see the number from the phone on the other end of the call.
“The flowers have not arrived yet!” It was Jeannie. “O.K. We will just make do with whatever flowers are available”, I said.
“No! The flowers have to match the rest of the decor. They have not come from Cameron Highlands yet!”, Jeannie said, sounding frantic. “You find a florist that has these flowers”, she asked.
Great, I thought to myself. I don’t know the difference between a Jasmine and a Marigold.
And that’s how the day started.
More to come…
My wife…
