Flowers grow out of dark moments

I didn’t want to return from my lunch break today. Prior to my Wagamamas escape, I was having a nightmare of a day. With my colleague 3 days late from her Mauritian getaway, and no word of her return, my work load had suddenly doubled. I was cursing her Island home and all of its sun-kissed residents. The thought of her lying on a white beach, sipping frozen Margaritas made me want to toss my ‘I Love My Work’ mug at the wall. And I love that mug – however sardonic the message may be.

As I returned to my dim little work corner, I noticed a bunch of bright pink flowers, wrapped in polka-dot paper sitting on my desk. On them was a yellow post-it note:

Smile Little Aussie!
J xx

J (Jacqui Ward), my friend, colleague and resident ray of sunshine, had read my Blog for the first time today, thus discovering my recent work-place disillusionment.

All afternoon, I have gazed happily upon my pink Gerberas. They have tranformed my desk into a pleasant island of its own. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Jacqui Ward is my friend!