I may have mentioned from time to time that I happen to frequent a certain café most days, (ie. every day.) It’s my office … (that just happens to make awesome coffee,) and it’s where I come to do most of my writing. I spent most of my degree here – writing essays on Shakespeare and Dickens, interspersed with chatting to little old ladies about what a dongle is. Weirdly wonderful.
I’ve got to know some of the staff here. They’re used to me making two coffees and a scone last four hours. They take the time to ask what I’m up to, (whilst doing their job of course!) and so it came about that I mentioned to the Manager that I was taking part in the Race For Life on June 12th.
We got chatting, all casual like, about how I just had nothing to wear whilst training 😉 And before you could say, “strap the girls down and hold on for dear life,” I got handed these:
Now, I’ve never really mentioned where MY café is before. God forbid I’d have to share it with other people 🙂 However, the lovely people at Marks & Spencer, Hempstead Valley, Kent, have blummin’ well made it impossible to keep quiet now that they’ve been so generous.
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