I do miss Friday nights with Lee at the wharf. Sitting by the Thames watching the sunset at Camino, bottle of chilled fino sherry and salted almonds, talking bollocks.
Having to slum it sitting by the southern ocean on the Eyre peninsula with the BBQ waiting for steak and a fruity shiraz that we picked up a couple of weeks ago - the chilled rose has already gone - listening to Maria talk bollocks. It's just not the same...we are facing the wrong way for sunset.
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