You know you're getting old when queuing for food is no longer an option.I realise this when Billy and I somehow hijack group yum cha plans and make a case for an earlier start."Eight people? At 1.00pm?" I repeat, horrified."Too late!" chides Billy."We'll have to queue for ages," I mourn.We may as well throw in a head-shaking grandmotherly "ai-yah" in there as well.And so we wangle an 11am start,
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