Most mornings, I will drive K1 to the train station so they can catch the 7 oh my god something train into the city for work. Today, we had no car, so we caught a bus together, which was really enjoyable (we were the only passengers). Then, rather than catch a bus home again, I decided to walk.
Really, it’s not far, and I drive her for safety, not distance. But unlike when I usually walk anywhere, this morning I decided to stop at a café and have a coffee.
I’m most pleased I did. The cappuccino blueberry muffin (warmed, with butter) was delicious. The café is a little more upmarket than most for this town; the vibe welcoming (even when empty) and I had a delightful chat with the lass behind the counter.
I’m hoping to speak with her again – she’s in Australia for university and my last trip to her country of origin was two decades ago. Radically different from our culture and I’m quite keen to pick her brains about life there.
But that’s really not the point of this post. I’ve been to cafés before, of course, and had countless coffees, particularly when travelling. But this was different. This was a deliberate, “No, I’m going to stop and enjoy a little luxury for myself”
That’s really not something I do. Or have done. But it may be, in the future.
Y’see, all this crap about the younger generation not buying coffee in order to save for a house is just that – crap. Life’s tough for most of us. A touch of indulgence every so often is good for the soul. And morale.
I hope your day is caffeinated and indulgent x