Today's rose, a little over the top, could be made of sugar, must be the sort of thing that Dorothy Parker had in mind when she wrote :
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose".
I have two knives, which I use in the garden, for cutting lettuces and other vegetable, pricking out seedlings, pruning and the like. Just recently I notice how blunt they are becoming, and after searching around for that most delightful of tools, a whetstone, and finding one that I have mislaid, I have the pleasure of restoring a fine edge to the blades. Slow steady movements, first on the coarse side of the stone, then on the smooth side, to the job nicely. I blow away the pattern of dust which has collected on the surface of the stone. It is rather like completing a sudoku to sharpen the mind.
In a bar, they want to take your credit card while you run up a tab. Objections to this practice, which can be open to abuse, are overcome by a simple "safe" arrangement, where your card is locked into a draw beside the cash machine and only released, upon delivery of a key, which you take to your table, and return to reclaim your card when you are ready to pay your bill. Neat, but dubiously reassuring if you worry about such things.