I love summer mornings. Winter mornings are slumberous, unwilling to raise with you. Summer mornings are a friend, smiling brightly with you through the morning humdrum.
Now let me get some real work done.
I’ve just thought about the doormen at the Michelangelo hotel, they have quite a turn of Arabic phrase serving them well with the many, many Saudi tourists frequenting the hotel . ‘Saba7l khair’ they’ll say as they tip their top hats in a flourish after opening your car door, ‘Saba7l noor’, I reply, ‘Saba7l basboosa,‘ says the tophatted one. A morning like a basbosa to all of you mes amis.