In the sort-of-obsessive-compulsive world I inhabit everything has a fragile balance and one element out of kilter throws the whole lot off.
So I won't bore you with the process but suffice it to say that I slept in a bit this morning, so got the bus in, so here I am (was) at Sliced and Squeezed, a pleasant café on Whitecross Street at its junction with Banner Street. I'm sitting out on the pavement writing this over breakfast. As it were.
Random points:
- Nice coffee
- Excellent bacon sandwich - with huge mound of salad! (yer what?)
- Strawberry yoghurt yup yup yup
- Fantastically sunny
- Mild breeze
- Quiet
- This street has a market but not today or not yet
- Shiny metal tables and chairs on the pavement - benignly dazzling
- Up to my left the unusual ?Hawksworth spire of St Luke's - a strange, fluted obelisk. Looks fabulous from here.
- Down to my right the Barbican: before it, reflected sun starting to catch the Victorian brick of the flats on Whitecross Street. Looks warm.
- Lots of people out at café tables
- All very very pleasant
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