The Supper That Was.

What's with the above picture?

Mich pulled this look together (with a shower thrown in for good measure) in merely 20 minutes.

The occasion ?

Ange had arrived unnannounced within the vicinity (read : at the foot of the block) and Mich had barely arrived home at 11pm.

While Ange waited in the car, Mich tore through time and was bundled in Ange's car by 11.20pm.

And if there was anything that Mich had learnt in friendship, it was to speak up instead of mulling.

That night, the crinkles of a prevailing issue were ironed out, misunderstandings resolved and a surprise apology was offered to Mich.

A friendship had been salvaged.

What a difference 2 hours can make! =)