Cafe Culture

Had lunch today with my good mate BK at a cafe in Ponsonby Central. The cafe was flat out and the whole place was humming. I had the beef and mushroom pie and I think BK had the beef and Stilton . I know he had a skinny flat white as well to help keep him awake. Our order number for the table was 63. BK had great delight in telling the waitress that it was a coincidence that our table number was 63 because that's how old I was.

BK is still at university at 50 so he struggles with numbers, and facts. The waitress gave me a wink and we allowed his dyslexia to pass without any comment or drawing any attention to it. Love you KB.