Everyone decided to meet up earlier. We also had an ulterior motive…
The young, pretty barista smiled as we entered, hustling and bustling with our bags filled with laptops, balloons and bunting. The air crackled with excitement as we got to work. There wasn’t much time and Teagan kept checking the door to see if anyone else was coming. Her thoughts were busy plotting the next instalment of Chopper and how Victo had added to her delightful story. Mel and I giggled like two naughty school girls as we helped out and tried to make the sound of the Questing Beast from Arthurian Legend, whilst Trent and Hugh pinned the bunting to the walls. Ronovan was tall enough to hang the balloons from the ceiling with the help of Lance and Ray was busy hanging streamers to finish the effect whilst sharing the exploits of his weekend. They each took turns in making up a haiku using the words ‘pop’ and ‘bang’! I looked over at Chris and burst out laughing – he had created an enormous fruit display with the main focus on bananas! Gene’O and Diana tried to outdo him with a pile of serviettes folded into the shape of super heroes!
Olga and Natasha walked in carrying a massive three tiered birthday cake. Each layer had a different flavour so that everyone’s tastes were catered for and pretty little fairies decorated the top tier. Austin quickly pushed a little table into the centre of the open space close to the counter and the cake found its resting place.
Everything looked fantastic.
Teagan squealed in excitement and the lights were dimmed. The tinkling of the bell above the door announced our special guest.
Mihran began to play the opening notes as sang
Everyone joined in as Colleen stepped into the coffee house. Her face was a picture of surprise and excitement. Jo came forward to give her a big hug and we all patiently waited our turn to wish her. It took a while as there were so many friends in the place that had travelled from far and wide to celebrate this special lady’s birthday. We found a seat so that speeches and photos could be heard and taken, bad jokes shared and then, of course, the cutting of the cake. Everyone wanted to try a slice.
As the last bright colours washed out from the sky and the twinkling sparkles of the first stars appeared, the sound of laughter and music could still be heard emanating from our coffee house.
It was a good day!
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