Ballet suite (or sweet Bali)

I'm home again boys and girls and other readers of my insane impressions and intimations. I was just getting used to the sun, the sea air, the relaxed atmosphere and some wonderful people and still do my work and then all too suddenly it's over and I'm back home in the rain looking out of my car window to a morning so gray that anyone would believe the rain had washed all of the color away!
Actually it rained in the mornings in Bali too. Nobody told me that November is the start of the rainy season there!
Miss "While Momo's away - I'll make a mess of the apartment" came to greet me and asked if I wanted to go out to eat. Every time she comes home from a working away tour she usually collapses in some corner and leaves a trail of things behind her that Hansel and Gretel would have been proud of and would never, with such a trail, have lost their way in the forest.

Not much of a blog today then, I'm just telling you all that I'm home again and that I'm throwing up a few photos. It is said that pictures are supposed to speak one thousand words so imagine that for every shutter depression my single finger makes on my camera - and compare that against the tap tap tap of the keyboard. I'll take the photo every time.