I love a day out in the sun with some food that’s been made in a kitchen by someone whose good at the things that they’ve practiced day in and day out. It’s a caff, no surprise there, that’s what it’s about.
This heat is expanding my happier thoughts as I look at the pot of Earl grey that I’ve bought. Now I’m waiting for food to arrive at my table, I’ll trough the lot coz I’m willing and able.
Retirement! It suits me on days such as these. I can come and I go and I do as I please. I’ve no problems to think of, no worries at all. An immature student whose not very tall.
It’s time to take stock of my free time I fear and although my life’s quiet, I’m BORING it’s clear that I have lots to do with the time I have left and I don’t want to waste it; i’de feel quite bereft.