It is late in the night; early morning. I am writing.  I can hear the sounds of the birds waking up. Suddenly, I hear the noise of a vehicle. I go out onto the terrace; it is cold and there is still snow in the garden; peaceful but the the noise of the diesel truck turning disturbs the peace. The lights come on at our gates: a potential intruder? No. It reverses and stops in front of the gate of our neighbours; a former CEO of a multinational. I hear the sound of a large thump on the ground. I wonder if it is a bomb. Perhaps a plot for a new story!?