The shower was running, steam sneaked out beside the door, in small puffs, like an unwilling cigar.

Drawing conclusions was so passé.

A rustling came from palms interrupted.

Driving range.

Just for the hope, the sympathy and laughter, endless laughter.

The phone was standing on its own, upright and ready for calls.

A ring tone like goat bells dinging on an Aegean mountainside started to sound.

Picking up the small digital block with batteries, I heard a tiny voice, sweet and concertedly sincere, saying ” you have to get out now!”.

It was my fitness instructor reminding me that sitting and gazing at the view of two giant cauldrons steaming away needed changing. My position needed changing.

But isn’t that true for all of us, I thought.

Just then, the prime minister’s motorcade rolled up at the main door, orange metallic painted Maybach first, followed by thirty cyclists riding on bicycles with training wheels attached.

A bit of shade with a high percentage yield.

When you mix sunbathing with bonds and hedge funds, you get a cocktail.

Some get their cocktails at a beach bar.

Those who lose lots of money with the help of a stockbroker get their cocktails when they meet such a purveyor of stocks and bonds.

No free lunches!

The trend in chocolate and stereo.

Firstly, everything comes with chocolate now.

Second, stereo means little – in a rich multi-dimensional sense – to people under 38.5 years old.

You could say that there is no such trend now.

Watch out!

Let’s take those charts, shove them into an envelope with a gilded card and divide by the average speed of a corgi on a weekend all-vegetable retreat.

This formula would answer any question ever asked and because of it’s quaver-like stance, will likely answer any question that could ever be asked.

So we’re talking about the answers to questions about things, about ideas, about concepts, that have yet to be imagined or conceived.

Time for relaxed and devotedly concentrated contemplation.

Or, at least, a good bedtime story.