“The sun is gone,
The sky is grey,
The clouds are filling
the heaven’s today,
And it’s raining… raining on my head”
Buddy Holly’s song, Raining in my Heart, wouldn’t have been quite so popular if he had written it on this damp, grey Devon morning. However, I have made it to the coffice for a little exercise, coffee and work. It is gloomy out, not very wet, just a little shower here and there.
School has begun, so the coffice is quiet until the mums arrive after the school run. They are not here yet, so my flat white is enjoyed undisturbed.
The newspapers are out on the tables but the conversation is hushed. I wonder whether the UN has made a move against North Korea. Not that they would, and I’m not really in a mood to discuss if they should.
The mature Italian guys are here again. They seem a little agitated in their chat. But then Italians never do anything without passion. Now, is that a racist remark? Or, is racism only applicable if I am being overly negative? It’s too early for that sort of discussion.
A healthcare worker arrives. The logo emblazoned on the uniform informs me of its owner’s profession. She doesn’t look too healthy. Healthcare professional heal thyself. And what better way to start than with a coffee, she is in the right place.
Not only are the UK’s children back to school1, but the UK Government or Parliament to be precise, has returned. A time of pointless bickering, whilst the people of the UK get on and do things. I’m a little negative today, perhaps I forgot to take the tablets.
Some laughter drifts across from a mother and son enjoying their time together. Perhaps things are not so gloomy… especially if we can still laugh.
Take a moment to smile today and lift any gloom. And Darren, smile thyself.
1 And, of course, the teachers have returned. I haven’t forgotten you, you wonderful people x