I was at the house of my 2nd gf. It was on a huge block in Fitzroy or Carlton and there appeared to be some type of underground facility there.
Some people from work had decided to go there to conduct a meeting so we were in the backyard at a small table. The ex’s mother gave me a cup of coffee – the coffee and water in one cup, and the milk in a small ceramic container resembling a shot glass. As she did this she slipped me a note and whispered that I should call her daughter.
Then things get fuzzy. Something about the thimble full of milk not being enough and discussions on why there was a request to call an old gf when she had been married for years (and presumably still is/was).
Nice view of the hills from the front room.