“Hey babe, look here,” the ball-dribbler says as he dribbles the soccer ball expertly over the grass of the embankment, brown and brittle with winter dryness.
Cappuccino the Siamese cat and I watch from inside the warm lounge, entertained by the antics of the ball-dribbler. It’s frigid outside.
“Oh please, oh please you’ve GOT to take the english cream,” she pleaded, her expression earnest, catching me by surprise, leaving me wondering what was so special about the english cream coffee bean, “…it’s my favourite. Here, taste one,” she enthused as she opened the tin and invited me to taste one.
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