Sorry for being not able to type in Chinese. I do think inter-changeably, anyway.
Yes, waking up to smiling flowers indeed starts my day off on a great note and going into sleep amidst flowers' smiling finishes it off very nicely, each and every day!
I am still patiently awaiting my mother of all flowers to bloom! I have foreseen the forceful buds forming, of course invisible to many at the moment. If all goes well, I shall, hopefully, be able to reveal the name and post the picture in a month's time, if not any earlier.
Read the following dialogue and enjoy:
One beautiful sunny afternoon in the near future, after handing in the report to my director, off the office I race like being chased by a hungry tiger. Home, sweet home, I head. Putting the key to the key hole and opening the door, a dialogue takes place:
My flower: Good afternoon, Master. Welcome home!
Me: Good afternoon, dear!
My flower: Gorgeous day, isn't it?
Me: Indeed.
My flower: Let me take your knapsack, Master.
Me: Thank you, honey!
My flower: Warm towel is ready for you, Master.
Me: Thank you, sweety!
My flower: Can I get you Appleton Estate or Glenfidich now, Master?
Me: Thanks a lot, sweety! I think I will have Beefeater today, and no ice please! What are you having yourself?
My flower: Nothing agrees with me after lunch. I will just have warm water, Master.
Me: That's fine, water is healthy. BTW, what is for dinner, honey?
My flower: Roast SHORT RIBS and Shiraz, Master.
Me: Oh no, sweety, Shiraz doesn't go down well with ribs. Do we still have cabenet or Decantus left?
My flower: Yes, we do, Master. But what to do with the already decanned Shiraz?
Me: Don't bother with it, sweet. I will just have Shiraz then.
My flower: Thank you, Master! What about Nepoleon for deserve?
Me: Nepoleon will do. Please also light me a Montecristo. Thanks!
My flower: Which Montecristo? Cuban or Dominican, Master?
Me: Either will do, thanks, sweety!
(To be continued)
