An awesome night with a dear old (young) friend from Sydney. Terri was brave enough to flit to Sydney to take up the challenging post of being Nigel's mini consultant. But even though officially she belonged to him, unofficially she was all mine. We shared a passion for David Jones sushi ie not proper bona fideee sushi' - just the canned toona ones with a bit of rice wrapped round them. Plus we were even more passionate about the hot chocolates from Lindt (basically heaven in a cup - her's milk, mine dark). Not every day but but certainly those days with a Y in them, one of us would look intently at the back of the others head, burning a hole in it, until the yearning look made it through to the frontal lobe. And then a small raise of an eyebrow, a flick of a pony tail and without a word, we'd make our way to my Mini Cooper parked in the garage, jump in, cackling loudly about the losers back in the office not invited to this 'honket'. I would then drive like a maniac to each of the necessary venues, we wouldn't even stop, Terri would just be rolled out while the engine was still running to make the agreed purchases. Sushi and chocolate securely stowed - we'd then hot foot it back to the office so that we were present and correct for the removal of the next strip Nigel would tear off us.
Love you my girl and miss you so much.
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