“My twins are heading south this winter,” Kiki remarks out of the blue. We are all having a nice little tête -à- tête , a Girls' thingy, sans husbands and kids. South? I thought how much further south? Kiki lives in Auckland. Surely the boys are not headed for the South Pole? The other girls look a little perturbed. Probably both boys are taking their gap year and heading for some research centre to observe what is it that you call those? Penguins? Seals? Walruses? Kiki continues, with that knowing smile that she now has our full attention. She cups and lifts 'them' higher on her chest. Our eyes widen - I catch that surprised look on the waiter’s face. “I’m thinking of a nip and tuck,” Kiki says. We stare at her chest. Kiki is wearing a very low neckline, more than ten inches below the hollow of her throat. Still, no sign of boobs. They are hanging low like Hush Puppy ears somewhere a-midriff. Our eyes meet hers with resignation and an awkward smile...