I’m pretty
sure that my regular coffee man at Pret in London will have called the police
to alert them to my absence at least once over the past month. I used to go in
and see him every day, we would talk about our weekends and our week plans, and
when I took a two week holiday he was incredibly concerned that I was sick, and
when I next saw him he checked and double checked that I was ok and fully
recovered.
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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