Longlost overseas acquaintance turns up one street away...

During my year overseas I had the fortune of living amongst communal hopsitality in Bristol. Sure, many of the other kids had their foibles, but still, it was a good place. Am still friends with Ms Ottoman, and have become reacquainted with another from the Bristol days, who now lives one street away from me. Had Sunday roast at his house on the weekend, followed by chocolate self saucing pudding, and I entertained the gang of kids, oh I do like long meals, drinking and dancing with people of all ages. One of the best nights.

Wednesday was also a blissful day down at Dodges Ferry, walking around the headland and speculating with Sabrina about how life down there imitates art-in this case the shenanigans of Summer Bay, whose antics she is addicted to... Instead of the diner, there's the Mullet Cafe, instead of Sally and the foster kids, there are the cool couple in their eco friendly design house, parents of "Gus" who throw parties with themes such as "the wedding that never happened". There's the Lewy Tavern to subsitute for the surf club and Park Beach where you can always find the young and the restless...

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