Lunch with an old friend

Thinking too much is dangerous. Insecure musings don’t get us anywhere. So I reached out to an old friend and we quickly arranged a get-together. The problem with this time of year is that few places are open, as Wellingtonians leave the city in droves, and businesses take advantage of that by having a holiday of their own. So she offered to host, we stayed cool inside on a hot day in her delightfully French-inspired decor, enjoyed some bubbles and an elegant summer lunch. And, over hours, caught up on each other’s lives. A true delight.

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