I think of you whenever I cross past the sign of your new locale on Thepprasit Road. Wishing you caviar dreams, champagne and chocolate for your new year. Sadly, I am taken as you know.
Do I know you? I don’t think we have ever been formally introduced, but you sound like a nice man, wishing good dreams upon me. However, if you want to be a really, really nice man, then just drop off the caviar, champagne and chocolates at my new locale. Please mark clearly that the items are for Ms. Hillary, or the messenger will scoff them!