Hot chocolate

Tonight we had bouillabaisse left over from Monday night's dinner. Bede, the itinerant painter working with the bloke on the house we bought in Porirua East, joined us and brought the wine.

From time to time, Bede catches a shower at our place. He reckons when he gets to the pearly gates and St Peter asks him whether he would like another day or another dollar - he will say another shower at our place!

After dinner, I offer a cup of tea and when he turns me down, I remember - hot chocolate. And so a hot chocolate it was.