Tuesday, January 22, 2008

At home, it's not like that and ouch.

1. I go down to Cafe Divine for some scribbling time and discover that it's rather like sitting in a warm, homey kitchen. People pop in and out returning mugs and swapping news.

2. Twelve years after leaving school, I am still amazed at how, in the real world, no-one shouts at you for being late. They just want you to get to your seat with as little disruption as possible.

3. Katie presses down on my spine to unclick it. It makes me squeak, but I feel much better afterwards.

Coffee, just passing and flowers on the bank.

1. Unexpectedly, a chance for a coffee and a gossip. Our slower times have converged again. 2. I make a short (and rapid so I'm not noti...