Standing up from behind the bar with a bottle of Singani by the neck, after fumbling to find it for the last few minutes, rubbing the back of my head with the other hand, I stand quietly for a few seconds, just breathing gently.

Bending down from the waist, getting a shock, and banging your head on the shelf on the way back up in that knee-jerk "instant horizontal to vertical" thing is not good after a shot ( or was it two??) of Diablo.

I open my eyes and let my gaze travel lightly across the bar. Such wonderful colours ....

Holding out the Singani to Chan, I look at her and smile.

"There you go, my Princess."

I turn back to the bar, nodding to Lady respectfully as I place the palms of my hand gently but firmly on the bar, leaning forward slightly.

Lowering my head just a little bit eases the throb at the back of my head. My gaze travels around the radiantly coloured, dappled by sunlight main room of the Three Rabbits.

"Did somebody just say Patolli?"