He was also to get a member of his staff to look for a place for the three of us somewhere in London, giving him a time span of exactly three weeks. ... let the other two roam over the house to see if there was anything that they thought would be suitable to keep for our new place. This we had decided would be a flat having three bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, a lounge and a kitchen big enough for us to have our meals there instead of a dining room. Nothing really caught their eye so our new. Slowly, slowly, winter would lessen its grip, and the first lambs of the year would be born, their thin bleating, the first music of spring. When I was young there was always at least one, born a few weeks sooner than the rest, my father would bring the lamb into our kitchen, settling it in a warm box by the stove. This was the closest I ever got to having a pet, the dogs my father kept were strictly for working and he was adamant that they were not to be turned soft. My father and mother were. He was new in his field so he wasn't making enough money yet to replace his old 1978 Chevy pickup truck. The old bucket of rust occasionally stalled on him or, as that fateful day, broke down altogether."Piece of shit," Daniel yelled, as he kicked the door of his truck.However, as luck would have it, Daniel turned to face a bus stop, and, according to the schedule posted, a bus was due at the stop any minute.Well, guess it could be worse, Daniel thought to himself. As he extracted some change. She looked perplexed and replied, “Sorry?”Me: I was telling that the act of not paying enough attention to Martini might offend the Martini.Tania: Ha Ha. Yeah, I should stop that.Me: Even Mr. Bond will be offended. Imagine what would happen if Bond stops ordering Martini.Tania: Ian Fleming would have to think of some other drink I suppose for Mr. Bond.Me: Some of the bar tenders might be out of work because of that since they specialize in making Martini.Tania: Oh, then they can join my BPO.