Remember when you were little? And your mum brought you a treat every time she went to the market? Not anything too fancy, just something little, something that made you look forward to Saturday mornings because your dad would be working again and your brother and sister would be out with their friends. Saturday mornings were painful because you did not have the dramas of kindergarten to keep you occupied and your frog friends were snoozing. (They only came out to play in the afternoon when Mummy was napping and no one would hear them.)

Remember how you didn't really have to ask for these treats? They'd just come and they totally brightened up your day, and whatever it was (a chocolate bar, a box of candy...) you'd try and make it last all day, maybe even til Sunday of you could, just so that you had that special something that made you happy.

Remember what it was like when you started primary school and things changed? You were a big kid and big kids didn't get treats on Saturday mornings. You didn't want to ask because then it wouldn't be the same. There wouldn't be that element of surprise, that faint tinge of exciting romance and magic.

So you waited. Waited and hoped that the treats would one day come again. Without asking, without pressure. With that same romance and magic.

Wait til the magic finds its route.