Chatting to neighbours

Molly and I spent some time in the garden, chatting to our Croatian neighbours while watching them play table tennis. The woman was very bad at table tennis and small talk, equally.

Her husband, who has three grandsons, was quite happy to find out that Molly was a girl (despite her blue hoodie) because, apparently, “girls are a lot cuter”.

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