Happiness Is In This Place

It was getting dark. They had eaten all the cold chicken and drunk a lot of sparkling wine. Several bottles had been opened, and remained unfinished.

Who's for some more? said The VeloDrone, waving his empty glass.

Not you, papa, said Belle et Bonne. Or you'll be sorry in the morning.

Who cares about the morning? said The Velodrone. Do you know what I saw in a shop window the other day?

What? said Belle et Bonne.

I saw a sign that said 'Happiness is in this place, not in another place', and I thought, yes, that means something profound, that does.

What did you think it meant, old chap? asked Le Bon David.

It meant, said The VeloDrone, that you should live for the present, and not ...and not...

Where did you say this sign was? asked Marie. In a shop window?

It was a sportswear shop, said The VeloDrone. ' Happinesss is in this place and not in another place' ...et cetera... there was another line, but I was walking too fast to read it. I was late.

Ha ha! laughed Margaret. Happiness must have been in the place that you were going to.

Hee hee! laughed The VeloDrone.

Come on everyone said Marie firmly. We're going for a walk.

In the dark? said Le Bon David.

Yes, said Marie. We'll walk in to Goolwa. Perhaps we'll find somewhere open where we can buy stoppers for these bottles. Then we can drink the rest tomorrow.

What a good idea, said Belle et Bonne. Rug up everyone. Let's go. I love night walking. You can sometimes see through other people's windows.