Isn’t life like a sit-com sometimes? You come home from work. You eye a quiet night. You walk into the terrace. No, “strut” is more like it. And, you’re spanked w/ a colossal surprise. Katy & Sibylle fix you free-flowing Cosmopolitan - your enduring drink of choice. Kanchan & Adam show up at your door step for the very first time. Annette later says “You should’ve seen your own face when they turned up.” Niram bakes you a perfect concoction of banana cake w/ coconut frosting from Melbourne topped by figs from Venice . Of course, there are those of whom you’re fond who can’t (possibly) make it. In truth, you’ve specifically instructed Randy not to bother. Turns out he wasn’t listening. So, bear w/ me. There’s no way I can resist posting something this meaningful, is there?
