Where we begin is as you come through my gate. As the latch closes you have let yourself be in my care for an hour or two. You have turned off the cell or the Blackberry. You have walked a few hundred yards letting the world lose you. And now we meet, in my garden. You have no idea what is in store and you have the courage to face that unknown. And you will, for an hour or two, accept the fact that I am entirely in charge. For a little while you have no decisions to make. You will have tea. Or Champagne. You will ask permission to have another cup or another glass. You will spend your time talking to me, telling me your stories, your sensibility...And then.... Would you like to know more?
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