I swear by Jupiter, that the chipmunk song I heard whilst making way to the perfumery had me laughing so much that I did not look where I was walking! I clumsily have caught my sandal in the one of the wheel grooves in the street causing my ankle to turn.

Pray good keeper, may I take a moment's respite and avail myself of a cup of your fine wine to replenish my spirits and sooth the pain of my swelling ankle?

And may I say how warm...no..rather, how hot it is in here. I wonder, how is it that you are able to stand the heat all day? Perhaps you get a good cross-breeze from your open door?