There is a tale behind that saucerless tall glass today. I arrived in THE café to the strains of George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’, a great song, one of the few that can perhaps be forgiven for featuring a saxophone, that instrument that means so many eighties tracks have dated badly.
I’m now leaving my shopping bag on the tiled floor here which is usually a no-no for me and my OCDs but it limits my chances of reliving Friday’s humiliation again.
These saucerless coffees now mean that post-stirring I’m now having to leave the tall spoon in a serviette which visually isn’t a great look, but I think the saucer-confiscation is coming from a good place. These guys want to protect my laptop from further spillages, though even without the saucer, Friday would still have happened It’s quite possible that the spillage and the projected vulnerability afterwards has endeared me to The Beard and The Mullet. It’s brought us closer, which doesn’t quite make up for wrecking a laptop.
Today I have the laptop I totalled last month with me. The pale screen installed post-repair continues to make it a real strain on the eyes to work from. Had I been in a better frame of mind, I probably wouldn’t have gone ahead with repairing the laptop in an IT shop that featured a standalone fresh meat counter.