Four Coffee Shops
Today nearly turned into a four coffee shop day.
1: Caffe Nerd
Four minutes late, meeting up with a friend I needed a conversation with whom I've not quite managed a face to face with since Monday, and ironically the vital information about tupperware and crunchies didn't get communicated. It's also one of those relationships which isn't quite at the hug automatically phase - maybe my projection but I feel body space issues which I don't want to infringe. And shaking hands would be wronger still. In the end I did hug, because the meeting needed a punctuation mark. We sat outside, as inside was even more humid, and it never quite rained. A grande Americano from the guy who liked one of my tshirts.
Down to Oxfam, where I picked up a Kilworth I'd thought I'd had (and more to the point assumed I had read) and a book against porn, and browsed through the 1965 Dr Who Annual on sale at £15. Some browning to pages, an inscription, biro mark on side, but looks a clean copy. Features Sensorites in one tory.
Needed something bakery-y for lunch, and whilst I disapprove of the West Cornwall Pastie Company doing bacon and cumberland sausage in rolls, neither of them being pasties, I object even more to them not indicating on their menu that these are pre-11 o'clock only. How am I meant to know? I am almost channeling DFENS, but fortunately I have not weapons on me. I had a cumberland sausage in a roll after noon at King's Cross so he's lyung about it being company policy. And get a separate breakfast menu. I am channeling the folk hero who was escort from a shop for not buying a bagel in the right manner.
2: Caffe Nerd
Back to Nerd, and another grande Americano, from the trainee, although I take pity on her and say I won't need milk rather than just leaving it behind. I finished The Legend of Biel, having started it in Eastbourne Nerd a couple of weeks back, read a hundred or so pages on Friday downstairs at Nerd, and then the rest today upstairs. I'm not much the wiser to be honest.
"Confirm 72 hours before" it says, and yes, it is nearer to 36 but I'm not clear how to confirm. Yes, as expected, my modem does not like the necessary website and, whilst maybe a phone call to the agency would be wisest, I have time to go back into town (I'd thought of having a drink in town tonight, at the Bell End Crown) and use wifi there. Theoretically there's Albatross House, but I'm not sure if I'm able to get in on a Sunday as I don't have the correct ID yet.
3: Bux
Espresso, downstairs and onto the wifi. Nothing on the website about how or where to confirm, not phone number, site map but no search facility. Triffic. Espresso down in one.
The agency is open til six, and apparently it means confirm the return. This is not at all clear in context of the instructions, nor is how to do it clear. I'm given advice about getting a phone number at the airport. Might as well go back to a coffee shop and get an hour's work done there, as have lap top will travel.
4: Nerd
There's a queue to the door, mostly small children, and no visible downstairs seats. Upstairs will close soon. I decide to cut my losses and go home, as I could get something useful done between 5 and 6 still.
I wonder if I have dry clothes at home yet?
1: Caffe Nerd
Four minutes late, meeting up with a friend I needed a conversation with whom I've not quite managed a face to face with since Monday, and ironically the vital information about tupperware and crunchies didn't get communicated. It's also one of those relationships which isn't quite at the hug automatically phase - maybe my projection but I feel body space issues which I don't want to infringe. And shaking hands would be wronger still. In the end I did hug, because the meeting needed a punctuation mark. We sat outside, as inside was even more humid, and it never quite rained. A grande Americano from the guy who liked one of my tshirts.
Down to Oxfam, where I picked up a Kilworth I'd thought I'd had (and more to the point assumed I had read) and a book against porn, and browsed through the 1965 Dr Who Annual on sale at £15. Some browning to pages, an inscription, biro mark on side, but looks a clean copy. Features Sensorites in one tory.
Needed something bakery-y for lunch, and whilst I disapprove of the West Cornwall Pastie Company doing bacon and cumberland sausage in rolls, neither of them being pasties, I object even more to them not indicating on their menu that these are pre-11 o'clock only. How am I meant to know? I am almost channeling DFENS, but fortunately I have not weapons on me. I had a cumberland sausage in a roll after noon at King's Cross so he's lyung about it being company policy. And get a separate breakfast menu. I am channeling the folk hero who was escort from a shop for not buying a bagel in the right manner.
2: Caffe Nerd
Back to Nerd, and another grande Americano, from the trainee, although I take pity on her and say I won't need milk rather than just leaving it behind. I finished The Legend of Biel, having started it in Eastbourne Nerd a couple of weeks back, read a hundred or so pages on Friday downstairs at Nerd, and then the rest today upstairs. I'm not much the wiser to be honest.
"Confirm 72 hours before" it says, and yes, it is nearer to 36 but I'm not clear how to confirm. Yes, as expected, my modem does not like the necessary website and, whilst maybe a phone call to the agency would be wisest, I have time to go back into town (I'd thought of having a drink in town tonight, at the Bell End Crown) and use wifi there. Theoretically there's Albatross House, but I'm not sure if I'm able to get in on a Sunday as I don't have the correct ID yet.
3: Bux
Espresso, downstairs and onto the wifi. Nothing on the website about how or where to confirm, not phone number, site map but no search facility. Triffic. Espresso down in one.
The agency is open til six, and apparently it means confirm the return. This is not at all clear in context of the instructions, nor is how to do it clear. I'm given advice about getting a phone number at the airport. Might as well go back to a coffee shop and get an hour's work done there, as have lap top will travel.
4: Nerd
There's a queue to the door, mostly small children, and no visible downstairs seats. Upstairs will close soon. I decide to cut my losses and go home, as I could get something useful done between 5 and 6 still.
I wonder if I have dry clothes at home yet?