
By now I am sure that he will have
just about given up on me, but luckily for me, I’ve found myself a suitable
replacement. At the weird little coffee shop just downstairs at work (I am
refusing to go to any chains that we have in the UK, so the weirdos are getting
all my custom at the moment) my coffee is now already been made the minute I walk
in the door, before I have even placed my order; I get a cheeky little discount
because they agreed to pretend that I work for another local company who have a
discount scheme there and it turns out they have been keeping a stamp card for
me over the past few weeks, so I have already received my free coffee, and a
new stamp card is in the making for me now too.
Now all I have to do is find a
replacement cocktail club (there are a couple in the running) and then it
really will feel like home.
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