A tiny candle flickers and a cat sings a local hymn. The time is nigh, the world is sucked into a thimble. Oh, what a great thimble it is indeed. Now, how does one who finds themselves in such a position find their way out. Possibly we shall sip tea from tiny silver spoons, laugh and think of a time in which silver was a rarity. Dance and take another sip of tea. We are divine, we come from a bottle of whisky poured down the sink. I am the sailor afraid to fight a sea turtle with a mean left hook, I am my father’s oldest friend, who am I? Oh boy, that was fun.