Tag Archives: Cafe culture

And Heaven In A Wild Flower

I’ve had myself a nice weekend, how was yours? This is rhetorical but you could tell me if you like. Unless something really traumatic and awful happened, in which case don’t write a comment and let the whole world know, … Continue reading

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Move Him Into The Sun

The morning is crisp like an unbitten apple, waxy sunshine not quite reaching down to the bones. Beneath my feet the artificially aged floorboards of a wannabe hipster cafe which is nonetheless occupied by non-hipster middle-aged spreads and mumsy mums … Continue reading

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