We tried three times, still there was no answer.

It was well known that Sally and Joe took a dip in the lake beside their house which they called a “pond”, every day before breakfast. But this was eleven o’clock. Plenty of time for them to be in their terry towel robes, sipping espresso coffee and crunching their way through nutty cereal with almond milk.

Still no answer.

The solution was obvious.

So we landed, the helicopter causing a sort of cappuccino effect on the lake, and ran shouting greetings, into the summer house.

Nobody in sight, not a sound, not a single espresso cup.

What was going on?

Singing in the winter garden in the summer.

Eating sweet with sour, salty with neutral and fruity with nutty.

Talking of nutty. Or not.

We have a collection of old labels, matchbooks and trinkets of past bad habits.

That’s what we think now. In retrospect. Oh, how easy. But worth a lot or a little….we wonder.

Say it well and with the feeling you have in reserve.

Who’s the reserve?

A pirate or loafer.

Each day of this will pass.

Haven’t all the others….and better most splendid sunrises have foretold amazing days?

So it goes.

I’m a little bit thirsty and a little curious.

So many colors and flavors.

Carrot-beetroot-ginger boost or Celery-lemon-Cucumber cooler?

I’ll just watch a comedy instead.

Or, I’ll write one.

What, a joke?

Take a letter of the alphabet, choose a word that begins with it and then keep going.

That’s one way to start a story.

The other, is I tell you what I did, what I saw, after I brushed my teeth this morning.

A stray ant – otherwise why on my counter top? – ran a twisted course around the glass I was about to pour the juice from one lemon into.

I ran along grass verges to a sandy beach and judged how far the waves, their weaker laps lapping the shore, would come in and whether I would get my feet wet.

I closed the gate on my way in.

There. That’s today!