Ladies in their pearls and Italian loafers carrying 'still hot from the oven' French loaves, Peonies and blackberries(The phone not the fruit of course) in one arm, and a baby Gap wearing infant in the other.
Painfully chic and tastefully just a little bit above the rest of us Plebs, in a Jacaranda tree infested hub live the Parkview-ians.
I entered this nice smelling village yesterday morning to go sample what i heard was the greatest new pancake eating, flat white drinking coffee shop since Vovo Telo.
Sjoe, oh me oh my, did i come home with some treasures from the land of Parkview Plenty.
Ripe round peaches, pink perfect rasberries, crisp roses the colour of Josephs techni-coloured dream coat., a slice of cake for a friend who goes nuts for anything cream cheesy and figgy, a bag of freshly roasted coffee, 10 new books from the library a foamy creamy flat white and whats more...a posh accent. Of all things Parkview might have bestowed upon me in the half hour we spent together, i have finally realised, there is something to be said for pronouncing your words correctly, like a lady in pearls, carrying French loaves and trendy dressed infants would do.
Thanks Parkview.For the fruit and the elocution class.
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