I spent the morning with six lovely ladies and a camper with a Jacuzzi, flat screen television, double hammock, and loads of other extras.

It was a morning of pretend: “Tata, pretend she…” “Tata, let’s pretend they…” “Oh, Tata, you need to pretend the dog…”

The days of pretend, when the simple imperative “Pretend” was enough to make it reality.

When we still had complete control over something.

And we could easily get a closet full of whatever it is that thrills us.