David came over for dinner. He got Sam to cook him his favourite dinner, of course.
He said he'd grown a beard to cover up the fact he'd put on weight. I told him he'd need to grow a bigger beard.
It was good to see him.
He is down in Melbourne attending to his flock, giving them what they want, a spiritual retreat in them tha hills, and the sycophants have responded.
Some how I manage to lend him my car to get to the country next weekend. Not exactly sure how that happened, as David plans all these things out well in adavance, you know, but not the transport.
Be generous, Sam said later, when I questioned it.
But he would have had it planned already, you know what he's like.
David, despite the smoke and mirrors regarding said weight gain, bought large blocks of KitKat choclate.
He got us to watch MAFS. Dear God... time I won't ever get back.
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