Not Never Too Late

Later that morning.

Sweezus, Arthur and Surfing-with-Whales cycle up Greenhill Road to Mount Lofty.

On the way up they don't talk much.

Finally they reach the summit.

 Hurrrr! says Surfing-With-Whales. That was freakin' hard work.

Coffee? says Sweezus.

They head for the café, order coffees, and sit down.

We'll go down and then ride up again, says Sweezus. 

No way! says Surfing-with-Whales. I'm done already.

All the more reason, says Sweezus. 

True, bro, says Surfing-with-Whales. Too many pizzas is my problem.

I thought you made them not ate them, says Arthur.

There's usually leftovers, says Surfing-with-Whales.

Other people's? says Arthur.

Why not? says Surfing-with-Whales. I need to know my own product.

Yeah but isn't it always different? asks Sweezus. You make the pizzas with stuff from their fridges.

Never too late to learn something, says Surfing-with-Whales.

That's true, says Arthur.

What have you learnt? asks Sweezus.

Banana bread, says Arthur.

You know how to make it? asks Surfing-with-Whales.

No, we should've ordered it, says Arthur.

Never too late, says Sweezus. 

Arthur goes off to order banana bread.

How's the hidden bike video going? asks Surfing-with-Whales.

Complete fuck-up, says Sweezus. Baby Pierre hid his bike behind a lamp post.

What's so bad about that? asks Surfing-with-Whales.

Lamp post? In the middle of some lagoony south west Tasmanian nowhere, says Sweezus. 

Yeah, says Surfing-with-Whales. But is the wheel sticking out?

Yeah, says Sweezus. It's sticking out. 

So just use the sticking out bit, says Surfing-with-Whales. Theoretically you could insert it anywhere.

It's time consuming, says Sweezus. And we've got training.

Mum's got heaps of patience, says Surfing-with-Whales. She does level two Reiki. You could ask her.

Might just do that, says Sweezus.

Arthur returns. 

The café is out of banana bread. 

It's not never too late.