The rain stops, but I still head to the coffee shop to sit, think and write. I arrive later than I normally do and the place is buzzing. I’m sure I can pick up on the pulse of life today.
Free WiFi means I can write. It also means the grandparents sitting opposite can Skype. They are talking to their son. From the accent, and yes I can hear him across the coffee shop, he might be in Australia, and been there some time. Here we are in a small fishing town conversing with the opposite side of the world – hearing so much I feel like I am part of the conversation. What jiggery-pokery would our ancestors think this is, they would have us burnt at the stake. After a flat white that is.
Skype has ended. Their other son is present. The conversation similar.
I’m not overhearing much. It might be my position. I like to sit looking at the passers-by. I think I will catch a glimpse of my future love, our eyes will meet and the rest will be history. The reality is that I would remain rooted in my chair as they walk off into the distance. I never say anything to anyone.
Since I arrived the place has emptied out. Is it something I said, done or is my being here enough to empty the place? Have they run in fear that I will expose their opinions on the news of the day? I worry too much.
My heart has not been taken by anyone walking past. Those who are walking by seem to be in that malaise that grips shoppers. It’s a meander that hints at intention but ultimately understands the futility of it all. We shop, therefore we are.
Perhaps I should download a new app in the hope that it will improve my productivity as a writer. UK productivity is in the doldrums and I would like to do my bit. I’ll drink my coffee a little quicker.
The British were once described as a nation of shopkeepers (wrongly attributed to Napoleon, but that’s not the point here). We are a nation of shopkeepers and shoppers. One part of the economy that is growing is the artisan trade. Increased productivity and artisan creativity are not overly compatible though. Perhaps I should pop outside and encourage the meandering shoppers to move faster and with more intention. Come on everybody, the fate of the nation hangs on our ability to be more productive. All we can do to improve this economic situation is to spend a little quicker. I have the feeling there is a bubble somewhere waiting to burst.
No one here seems very worried about it though. They have bought their Latte. They have their toasted sandwich. Christmas is just around the corner, which means more shopping. And all this worrying about the economy is doing nothing for my word count and my blog post productivity.
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