A friend once spoke of the differences between an old friend and myself as such:
"Kylie was a single woman who lived like a single woman. You are a single woman who lives like a married woman"
I just thought of that as I popped a date slice into the oven, wrapped up some home-made mini quiches and made a cup of tea for my Dad, who is fixing the shower.
Yes. Yes. I can see that.
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