We have a battle of the circus’ on the notice board. The traditional Gerry Cottle’s The Magic Circus vs the Circus of Horrors. One appeals more to me than the other. I have always been the alt guy. I should be the alt.minimalist, that’s not overly interesting though. A little like the conversations here today.
There has been no toast delivered. That’s good. I shouldn’t eat toast, or too much. It does mean an extra coffee before heading to the beach.
Oh, a spillage
Getting a little louder as more people come in. I need a coffee refill, but can’t leave my seat, and all my stuff, while the queue is that long. Patience young man. Most of the conversations are unintelligible as I can only hear very young children – although that is normally more sense than I get eavesdropping.
There are some loud phone conversations. Someone is not too happy about something or other. (Nor would I if the highlight of my day was three hours’ parking in Paignton.)
I wonder if the coffee conversation is a little subdued as we teeter on the brink of nuclear conflict? If only the main protagonists in that particular issue were a little subdued.
Well, if no one is saying anything here, I am off to work in the sunshine on the seashore.