i met up with an old friend today.
she lives in ipswich... ( i know... ipswich ! )
i introduced her to a flat white
in fact i introduced her to two flat whites and a few of my stories.
after a while she began to visibly shake. i'm not sure if it was the caffeine or
the quality of my tales. quite possibly it was a combination of both.
before her shaking got too bad we posed for an official portrait...
to commemorate our first meeting since she turned 60 a month or so ago.
i hope she doesn't read this... but then again i don't think they have the
internet in ipswich do they ?