TRICK OR TREAT?

It's almost that time of year again....

The streets and parks are lined with crisp purples and golden browns.

"Trick or Treat, Smell my Feet.
Give me something good to eat.
If you don't.
I don't care.
I'll pull down my underwear."

(Cheers Rudi Huckleberry - does anyone remember The Huxtables and "The Cosby Show"?)

When I smoked, I saw it as a treat. A reward. Something that I felt I deserved, and could relax with.

Now I drink wine, and wonder if the addiction is the same?

Aaaah - but what else can match the feeling of sitting in Melbourne (or Bath) on the South Bank (or near Bath Abbey), watching the hustle and bustle of the busy city going about it's day. Chardonnay (or newly discovered variant) in one hand, bread and olives in the other. The sun on your face and the wind at your back....

Lekker.