So they said. Then, they changed it. What a fun thing. Perhaps a fine thing.

Fit your own episode to this template if you will, but after a moment when they changed the hours we’d grown used to – a meeting every Tuesday evening – and they wanted it to be a Thursday, my colleagues started throwing things in the air.

Now that we call the tune, and other people names, it all seems worth while.

There is still space to soar to higher heights and better things!

Twist to open, cross your fingers to close.

Right away, we have winners, everyone won the battle for joke-telling.

The international Committee for Laughter requires everyone telling a joke to have a license, references and a top hat.

We are addicted to qualifications.

There is a five step program to get off that…we hope.

Don’t reply. Just deliver the best vibrato performance and then swallow three glasses of water…slowly.

Wel, this advice was given under the most specific and unique circumstances.

Buy the book – which may be forthcoming one day – to find out more.

Meanwhile, I am here waiting.

We’ll have a drink. Just one, yes.

From Evora to Sighișoara, from Siddharthanagar to Estancia la Celestina, we love to watch the midday signs of noon.

Safe to say in Kapisillit they say goodbye at breakfast and watch the fish arrive for supper.

Down in St. Merryn they look towards the dock of the bay, if they can find one.

A beautiful and curiously hazy day.

Said in writing and cooked in dance, we shuffled along like chess pieces in a Monopoly game.

We shamed the sinner in the highway intersection and then made friends.

Tracing the oil flowing, the gold stacked, the lettuces ripening – we knew everything we thought we needed to know.

What we don’t know, we need to know.

When we think there’s nothing left we don’t know we play a game of hide and seek.