Sunday, 5 February 2017

"You never visit us" they said.
"We haven't seen you in years" they said.
"Let's have lunch when you're in Sydney" they said.
"Sunday. 1pm. Wharf Bar. All the old gang is coming" they said.

I turn up. Sunday. 1pm. Wharf Bar.

They're not there.


They don't answer their calls or respond to texts. I call up a totally different friend who lives nearby. She hot-foots it on down to the bar to share some vino with me.

The others?

It's now almost 10pm and I've still heard nothing, so unless someone's died, this is what I say...

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