The coffee-less cafe

Sylwia here this morning. Her first time since the day Brian died, and she was traumatised by him fitting. She seems to be okay though. She is a very kind woman, and has been keeping an eye on Pat and Maureen while we were away. I, however, decided to keep the holiday vibe going, and mooched off to the Lanes Cafe with my laptop. A sign on the door: no coffee. The coffee-less cafe, like the gateless gate of Buddhism. 

Their machine had broken, so I sat there with a proper pot of tea, and fiddled about trying to catch up. Later I was joined by Lorraine who had been doing Rhyme Time, and we shared some more tea and some spanakopita, which the cafe happened to be selling, and reminded us of Greece.  Felt like a treat to me meeting in a cafe.

Afterwards I went for a very blustery walk, threatening rain along by the sea. Lorraine went to Pat and Maureen's place. I cooked and we had a chilled out evening, watching The Celebrity Traitors. Enjoying time on the Gold Sofa.