The intention had been to meet Robert and Susan at their place in North Balwyn for lunch on Thursday. Arrangements were in place. All was organised. Lindsey was to drive us out, we would merry-make for a few hours, Lindsey would drive us home.
Then the arrangements were disrupted by the death of their next door neighbour and the funeral being arranged co-incidently with our proposed luncheon time.
So we moved lunch. We moved the day (Wednesday), the location (Carlton), the modes of transport (we walked, Robert drove) and the dramatis personae (alas, Susan was unable to join us).
But even yet, it did not all go according to plan. Robert had suggested a place on Drummond Street which (allegedly) does wonderful pizze. I may never know - it was closed.
So we went to Lygon Street and had pizza somewhere else. And truly wonderful pizza it was too. Accompanied by a rather nice bottle of red wine.
So, excepting the absence of Susan, it all really rather fell into place. There really is very little that beats pizza for lunch in Lygon Street in the company of a close friend, a sister and a husBuilder. I need to arrange to do it rather more often.
We walked back to the flat, then later mounted a sneak attack on Ant and Jess's place in Flemington, where we dashed in, dognapped Krumm and dashed out again. Simon came for dinner. I cooked a chicken wellington thing. We had more wine. It was all good. I like days that are largely built around good food, good wine and lots of chat.
Robert seemed to be quite excited at meeting the hippos. He was pleased to meet Frank, too, of course - but he seems to have been following the hippos' travel adventures with some interest. Frank doesn't travel with us quite as frequently.
You remember how we met Ian quite by chance on a tram on Tuesday? Today we ran, equally by chance, into Ross in Readings on Lygon Street. I wonder who we will happen upon today?
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