Last night’s brainstorming with me hung up on food names and tethering off on an architectural tangent was a dot dot dot. Bella and Paul offered up good solutions. Paul said, “Ya, gud. Gud nice ring. Not bad," and bobbed his head in unison to mine.” The sugar rush didn’t help. Bad words neither. Frustration. Somehow it was zilch. I was dry as a bone. Nothing rattles in my head. The words took a hiatus and left me stranded. Normally it’s a bus depot up there, all the hooting and honking. Pregnant with ideas. Slept fitfully. Escaped, hopefully. This time Indian food wasn’t potent enough to cure this dilemma. A good chorizos, bacon, pine nut basil pesto induced stupor and a super fuelled caffeine high was needed. This time, iced latte with the full blast of syrup tipped in. It came. 5 mins to be exact just as my friend Helena had said. My domain name. I WhatsApp my two. Settle. Done deal. Buy. I’m moving house soon folks. Stay tuned. Read...