A Street Party

We went to a street party where we felt we could be anonymous. There was enough people there that you didn't have to talk to anyone. I ate a cupcake with a picture of a corgi on it. It's true. Susan was the first one she got, apparently. And then, this is treasonous stuff. We had an arty latte and a street master. You're supposed to be drinking a week. A lager. Yeah. A latte. That's something. Okay. Let's close it back now. Which corgi? Uh-oh. Susan?" "Susan" She said: 'I don't know if those are actually hot spears or