On Monday I went to the coffee shop that also serves waffles and ice cream. It has a farrow and ball style duck egg blue façade with outdoor tables and benches made from (very in vogue) decommissioned scaffolding planks and steel connectors. All signs and menus are written on chalk boards in that cheery, rustic manner that hairdressers seem to also like. It is, clearly, an effort towards today’s kind of cool. I have to admit that I wouldn’t know since I don’t engage with ‘that kind of stuff’. But I do like coffee and I do like coffee out and I do like exercise. And, precisely because this covid thing has been as it has I felt the need to get out, interact and support a local business. ‘Live’ conversation in particular has been the thing I have found myself wanting. I have found myself overflowing with verbal diarrhoea at the simple fact of talking to someone face to face. I believe even the postman has been sprinting to my postbox and out again for the opposite reason.
I bought a latte with a fruit flapjack on the side (don’t judge the flapjack! Covid has not been kind my waistline but, on this day, I felt my mental state held more value than how much I had to let my belt out) and suspect I was a little too overenthusiastic about it all. Smile too big. Beatitudes too plentiful. But it was live contact. Sweet, beautiful live contact! I always thought of myself as a loner and happy in my own company but now I realise it is actually about my perception of my own company which is, actually, about control (I’ll admit it, I’m a control freak, what gives?).
Can someone tell me what they did on Tuesday? Please?