The woman delivers our coffee. I pick up my cup and inhale the heavenly French roast. I blow on the surface. The first sip is like an orgasm. Okay, not quite, but given my love life lately, it’s close.
I had Random.org select a page today and it selected page 174.
When I got home I found out that Baarbara had been caught stealing red-hoofed. Even our goats are kleptomaniacs!
Mum was shouting at her in Chinese. I asked what had happened and Mum said that Baarbara had chewed through the last of the fence post, escaped and sneaked through the kitchen into the shop. Mum heard a ‘ping’, and when she went to investigate, Baarbara was standing there munching away on twenty pounds’ worth of fivers.