Tracey and James held a birthday party for Lottie at their place, and as Emily seemed a lot better we decided we could go. She was doing well until Mario walked in; we presumed it was his Fu Manchu style beard she objected to, since she had tolerated several strange men up to that point. Or maybe it was his mass of long thick hair, since she is only used to Nick's more modest covering. Eventually we had to leave when she got repeatedly upset, just when the party was in full swing (although it was past the time we'd said we would leave anyway, and we'd made good inroads into the food on offer).
At our apartment block I passed a delivery man, and on his trolley was a cardboard box marked 'Cafe Colon'. I wonder if he also delivers to the nearby restaurant called 'Bowels'. Japlish strikes again.
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