Monday, September 26, 2005

8.10 Five Minutes Late
It’s a risk.

your favourite places with your favourite people.
What if they just don’t get it?
Or worse – hate them?

Sunday was a risk. But it turned out to be worth it. Despite being the morning after.

Even with an adventure at the Little Chef version of Fawlty Towers thrown in:

(“Actually, that was supposed to be a Vegetarian Breakfast, not a Vegeburger.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Carries plate away from table.
Stops. Thinks.
Carries plate back towards table.
“Will it be alright though?”)

Even with the rain.

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