These broken bones

Today has been one of those days.

Up at 12, wondered about looking for a café with nice seats to hole down in and read my book, be came back disapointed. After lunch, a facebook appeal for good coffee led me and Cora to a café, but the woman working didn't know what a capuccino was, nor how to work the coffee machine.

Back home, trying to loose myself in loud music and good literature.