I miss our suppers of smoked salmon sandwiches and hot cappuccino with brown sugar sticks on Sunday nights. Right after grocery & stationery shopping in the basement. I miss winter nights with the icy cold wind blasting at us from the pier, and Friday nights at Manenberg’s - me dozing off at the table while the both of you have a go at the dancefloor with the live African jazz band playing. I miss those times, so much. We seemed a whole lot happier.