One of the beauties of texts is that if someone is on the other side of the world you can't be sure that they will receive their birthday card on the correct day. In fact last time I sent Steve a card it took several months to arrive and I'm sure he thought I'd forgotten. So this morning I sent a text to a friend to wish her a Happy Birthday.
She is visiting Christchurch. If ever a wish didn't turn out the way it was intended then that was that wish.
Memorable it may well have been. Happy? I doubt that very much.