Having returned from a whole day of excursions, I joined P in her church, and it was here that I met F again. We were really excited to be meeting again as we probably only get the chance once a year. The church was small but cozy, with mostly young families at the service we were at.
That night, we returned to P's house and she had planned a steamboat dinner, which was a wonderful idea - I had the chance to meet A and T and MN again, who I haven't seen since my IMU days. It was a lovely dinner filled with laughter, and we were just really full by the end of it.

We ended off with desert - they polished off the Turkish pastries that I bought (Melbournians - you have to try Balha's pastry on Sydney Road. You will die smiling!) and we also had some really good ice-cream.
Little M was so used to having so many adults around her, she was unfazed by all the noise we were creating. As we wrapped up, P gave little M a choice of who she wanted a goodnight story from. She selected me to read her her bedtime story!
The story was about a fire-breathing dragon who nobody loved because he kept burning his friends' things... the story had a happy ending though - they finally found a use for him - lighting up birthday candles on a cake. Yay!
(Except that he burnt the cake as well.)
And all is well with the world again as we all crept into our separate beds, sleep coming easier from a tummy full of steamboaty goodness.
(P.S. If you didn't notice, I'm still being bossed around by a two year old girl.)
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