But, then again . . . . .

By TrikinDave

The Space Between.

Today was a mixed sort of day doing some urgent paperwork and trying to walk Merlin in a blizzard. He wasn't impressed. I went to our new(ish) coffee shop for lunch, their soup appeared to be out of a tin so didn't have much to commend it; the scone was of a similar standard though, I have to admit to their redeeming feature, the coffee was good. The counter argument is that I knew to ask for an extra shot so they don't serve good coffee by default.

They also earned brownie points for making a disabled customer welcome, he really enjoyed a very sticky chocolate cake and the staff willingly, and sympathetically, helped to clean him up afterwards.

These two ladies came in for what seemed to be a regular date and I surreptitiously blipped them, I must admit to not being to sure of the ethics of it, but the deed has been done. It sort of arose out  a meeting at the camera club where someone suggested a project of making silk purses out of sow's ears.
The title comes from a film written and directed by a young acquaintance of mine who also played one of the two leads. In the same year there was an American film of the same name and, nine years previously, there was a song; so the name is not original.

Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.