The ballet teacher made the pancakes in her gorgeous kitchen, the prop and costume whizz made the nectarous fruit salad with a clever twist of orange peel and I, of course, supplied the bubbles.
A cosy catch-up, the warmth of friends, our tummies happy, the bubbles straight to our heads.
We retired to the stoep, coffee in hand and listened to the gentle pitter patter of the raindrops.
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