It was a beautiful sunny morning in Cottesloe.  The sky as blue as any summer day.

The ocean smooth all the way to Rottnest, which sat on the horizon, clear enough to see the lighthouse.

We met for breakfast at The Blue Duck, a restaurant Groover and I tend to avoid for some reason.

The coffee was the best I’ve tasted in a long while.

The Poshi is rarely in town these days so I grabbed the chance to catch up.

The coven was completed by our friend J whom I hadn’t seen seen for some months.

It was a lovely breakfast.

We ate a lot.

We talked about Melissa’s new bloke who we hope will one day come downunder to meet us all (or maybe one day we’ll get to England).

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We talked about J’s plans to start her law degree.

We talked and talked and talked.

And while we talked, we eyed off J’s new man, who had bravely came along and dared to put six sugars in his coffee in front of us.

I know, you’re still getting past the six sugars in the coffee bit (but I had a spoonful and the result is quite delicious).

J’s been seeing this fellow for – well it must be close to a year – so I can only imagine that she was a little nervous about how we would react.

Not that it matters J but for the record.

I really liked him.

He’s lovely.

And if excessive amounts of sugar in his coffee is his worst vice… a keeper.