"I don't think I've ever heard them call you 'Merr-ran-ie'."I blushed a little, but shared in the group's laughter."Well I'm glad you and Kevin met up...again," the same woman said as she reached across the table to pat my hand. "He's been waiting for the right girl for so long and he only says good things about you." All exaggerations, I'm sure," I said.She gave me a knowing smile and winked. "Now tell us one thing about Kevin we didn't know before."I thought for a second. On one hand, I didn't. ”“How much salt?” Kei asked.“Oh, it doesn’t make any real difference. It isn’t for salting the eggs for taste. If I remember correctly, it’s something to do with solidifying the protein in the egg, which helps to make the peeling easier. I usually put in a couple of tablespoons for the amount of water you’ll need.”“How many eggs do we need?” Kei asked as Diana sat a big container on the countertop to use for boiling the eggs.“Oh, fifty will do I should think. We will also have scrambled eggs on. The place outside the Rly. Station had a whole load of cattle lazing around the rikshaw stand and would not be bothered by the traffic instead the tonga & the ricshaws weaved around the cattle.One fine Sunday afternoon after alighting from the train along with my wife and proceeding to the tonga stand we saw a big ruckus with crowds all watching a bull mounting a cow with his 1.5 ft long cock trying to navigate its way into the cows pussy. My wife is a very curvatious looking chick with an. .”“You have nothing to apologise for. You’ve been through enough before yesterday’s fiasco. Nobody could be expected to come through that unscathed.”Before I could say anything more she just ran into my arms and began to sob. Amy looked on and smiled. She indicated that she would go and when I nodded in the direction of the mushrooms she mouthed ‘later’. I smiled back and mouthed ‘thanks’ as my daughter quietly left.The rest of Sunday was similar, with Felicity split between tears and.