I hope I’ve painted a good picture for you. I laid out on a blanket on the beach and felt my entire body just relax, you know that feeling? The wea...ther was perfect, it was so warm with a gentle breeze. I felt myself just let go immediately. Between the breeze and the sun, I felt so, so good. The suntan lotion shimmering on my skin, I could smell the coconut oil rising from my warm, smooth skin. It was so good to relax for once, ya know? Just letting go of all the worries and stress and leaving. Managing to retrieve the small device, it slipped out of my hand landing in the gap between the centre console and the driver’s seat. Searching for it as I mumbled to Helen, “Sorry, I am not used to all this messenger and Facebook.” Struggling to pull it back up with two fingers, not to drop it. Once the thing was in my hand, I pressed the power button. The screen remained black. Looking up at Helen, not knowing what to say.The angry, beautiful face in front of me was struggling not to smile or. It was just in the top three. And it was available only a few miles from my house.Then I took the long way around to work.Rather than finding work a chore, I discovered a new energy for it now. In fact, I was realizing I had a sudden new energy for life overall. Having something in my life I'd wanted so badly from the first moment they'd released that model — and that I never expected to actually even drive in a million years — changed everything. And to have the very best one (in my own not so. The honourable Bertie Graham grabbed a canvas bag from the seatbeside him and vaulted out of the driving seat. Alice Mottram, who had beensitting on the veranda of the club house leapt to her feet smiling. ?Oh, Bertie, what a complete delight!? she exclaimed, clapping her hands. ?Howspiffing to see you.? ?And you, old thing,? Bertie laughed, bounding up the steps onto the veranda. ?Nowanyone for a sound thrashing on the courts,? he grinned, drawing his racketfrom the canvas bag with a flourish.