The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the grass is green. There is a gentle autumn breeze rippling through the turning leaves and I am going to get out in it. My two lily-white legs will carry me around the shores of our majestic harbour and I am going to love it. Simple pleasures I agree, but if seven years in New York teaches you nothing else, it’s that simple also often means free, and that’s the best kind of pleasure to have.
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