I woke up late this morning and was not going to make it in time for my own church service at 9 am. As usual, I had a backup plan in the form of Living Waters Methodist service at 10 am. So I decided to call Eric and Daryl for a hearty breakfast fellowship at Dover around 9.20 am.
We had egg pratas that were a far cry from those delicious versions we had at Casuarina Road. Eric insisted on them, and I feared that he would implode should I deny him his craving for bits of pratas. He was ravishingly hungry, and I caught him on several occasions eyeing my pratas when he thought I was not looking.
I kept watch over my pratas to fend off the advances of Eric who was salivating like a hungry wolf, or was that excess powder on his face? I appeased him finally with an offering of Dover pancake that was hastily washed down with bandung....
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