I felt great yesterday.
I discovered last night that I had forgot to take all my morning pills which may have something to do with it?
Anyhows it was not the best of weather but I kitted myself up with coat and hat and harnessed Penny. We had a grand walk and ended up in the village. Naturally I stopped off at the coffee shop. Or rather Penny dragged me there as she gets a fistful of chicken whenever we drop by.
It was lovely, just sitting there with my coffee and pipe, with a happy dog curled up at my feet. I watched the world go by and felt totally relaxed.
But then I began to wonder why.
I’m not that fond of coffee. The chairs aren’t half as comfortable as my armchair. It’s warmer at home. I can get as much fresh air [in fact with less exhaust fumes] as I wish.
So why do I enjoy a coffee in the village?
It’s a mystery.