“My dear Kozzy, the mine would be a terribly, lonely and boring place for you.  I work there with my friend Affram.  Affram is of Iranian heritage, but is second or maybe even fourth generation Australian.  Other than him there are no other people around; the only other company is a couple of dingos.  We live underground because of the high temperatures, and have no contact with the outside world except for the postie who arrives at irregular intervals with our mail and groceries.”<br/><br/>Raising the mug to my lips I taste the coffee.  “You make a good cup of coffee.”<br/><br/>“It is neither a life nor a location suitable for you so any thoughts I might have entertained were really nothing more than a fantasy.”<br/><br/>Piling my plate with a selection of eggs and toast, I tuck in.<br/><br/>“So, let us enjoy our time together, and plan our day.”<br/>