Coffee shop observations

Meeting there seemed wise, she knew that nobody would suspect anything if they saw her meeting him in that kind of place. Affairs are not conducted in coffee shops. If she met him there, people would think she was having a business meeting, nobody would suspect a thing, as long as he didn't stare at her longingly, like he had the other night, when they'd met at an edge-of-town motel, all affair-like, while she told her husband she was going to a PTA meeting. Her husband had a 'late meeting' - his most unoriginal euphamism for 'a date with my secretary, who I've been shagging for three years.'

She couldn't do another motel meeting, it had made her feel seedy and dishonest, rather like she was having an affair or something. She worried, too, that she'd bump into her husband and said secretary. That would just be awkward. So, yes, a coffee shop was a better option. They wouldn't be able to touch, but at least she could see him, and talk to him, and try and quell the fierce missing that they both felt.

What she hadn't taken into consideration was that love and passion can't be hidden by the aroma of coffee and baking muffins. Holding hands or not, the lady sitting waiting for her friend in the corner having a glass of wine can see it shining off her. It's alright, though, she has made up a story in her head and will keep mum. You deserve some happiness.

Coffee and toads

I have given up caffeine for a bit. Well, I thought I had. This morning, as I gulped down the last sip of my morning coffee, I remembered. Blast. I’d done so well over the weekend, too. I even had a Red Latte on Saturday morning (made of rooibos tea) instead of a ‘real’ latte, of which I am very fond. I felt great pride about it all. Until this morning, and my, albeit unintentional, relapse. Double blast.

I’m giving it up because I haven’t been sleeping well. Not that I’ve ever been a huge coffee drinker, but I thought maybe I’d take this little step in the hopes that it’ll draw the Sleep Fairy closer to me. Apparently she drinks only lavender tea and sneezes at the whiff of coffee.

In other news, for anybody who reads this and lives in The City Beneath the Mountain, please take care to look out for toads on the road. According to this article – Keep a look-out for toads on the road – it is toady mating season (that brings up all sorts of interesting, but mildly disturbing, images in my 11-year old boy brain) which results in these hoppy little creatures crossing our roads in search of love, and spots to make li’l toads. Sweet. I wonder what toadlets look like.

I also wonder if it’s considered work to be googling ‘baby toads’?