Mum was away early for her fortnightly pension day shopping and morning tea expedition with the Aunties. I went down the street at 10.30 but didn't manage to catch them for morning tea, so I went down to the grubby, antiquated (CRT monitors and rollerball mouse – really!) Tasman Solutions internet lounge to catch up on email and pay my credit card bill with Bpay. Then I had another delicious classic NZ lunch (oh, I love this place) while reading The Press before going back to Mum's. I read the paper, did a spot of netbooking on the porch but before I could put up a decent fight the eyelids were weighing unreasonable amounts and I headed for the guest bedroom for forty or fifty winks. Mum was home when I awoke and then Dangerous Dan turned up and we headed down to the S&F for a couple of pints with the local ratbags. I went back to Mum's for a stir-fry dinner then back to the bar for their music night. It was a bit slow to start while I had beer with Chris and a bit of a chat but things picked up, the crowd grew a bit more lively and then lo and behold who should turn up but Carrol Roberts nee Warren, looking every inch the lovely young Richmond lass of days of yore, and her delightful young friend Anita, and we all had a bit of a reminisce and a laugh about the good old days. When we were young. The good old days are annoying like that. Eventually Chris closed up and I staggered back to Mum's. Good shit, as the poets say.
Me, Carrol, Chris and Anita
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