Just remember, it’s a choice whether to take note or take notes.

All questions will be replied to, slowly.

We saute our answers on a gentle heat.

Sometimes we add pepper to pep things up.

We make salty what should be.

And we are always forced to smile when you arrive. It takes no effort at all.

Read a book and wanted to write one. I’ll read another.

A trumpet sounded on the set. Quiet please, we’re here thinking.

Draw those velvet drapes or they’ll see what is real and what is false.

Trees do not wave in the breeze. But we want to know who does.

Pasta used to tie the barn gates closed lasts for just a short time.

We are turning up the music louder and lighting a cool fire.

Yes, you may go now.

A prize of succulent surfaces.

Each shoe was a different size. Finding a matching pair took time, luck and perhaps, a trained eye.

Western apparel and two suits for the price of one, shared space with a neglige and nightcap store.

The last remaining bookshop was busy. They served unique vegetarian filet mignon-esque steaks in the front, books in the central area and some sort of suspect substance in the back area.

Magic formulas are available for the asking.

MBAs are available in exchange for a weekend stay at a sunny villa complete with “extras”, as usual.

Nowhere to hide.

In the morning the sun shines in through a gap where the drapes don’t touch the wall.

We walk tentatively out of sight of the sun until ready for breakfast.

Every breath a treasure, every move a sensory oasis.

Sounds are crystal clear today.

It seems we have answered everything because we know, we know, we know.

A little bag of, well, we know not what.

Further along the street hand-painted tins containing a collection of gems, called Lucky Tins, were on sale. Apparently one in every three hundred million tins contains a 24 carat diamond.

Feeling lucky, we bought a tin that had a painting of a roulette wheel on its top.

Did we find the diamond?

One day we will tell all.