A Guest at our Table
There were three of us having coffee in Costa at Holy Corner this morning- Pat, me and the wasp. It hung around for an hour with us after drinking some coffee, but finally died at our feet just as we left. Not a bad way to go all things considered. He had company, caffeine and conversation in a café culture setting.
Meanwhile our conversation ranged over many subjects from A -Z with more than a nod to B even though we are both sick to death of it all.
After the loveliness of weather yesterday, today was particularly horrible, but even after it stopped raining this afternoon, I felt disinclined to move from the settee and my knitting, although I did virtual exercise by cycling with the Tour of Britain.
That is such a lazy cop out-‘woe is me for I am undone’........