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A Glass Factory Turned Café… And My Grandma

I sit here today in a thriving café. The good old whirr of the coffee machine, glass cupboards full of little bits and little posies in water on every wooden table. Meal comes out. The pink rose petals scattered across the usual avo toast suspect matches my pink herbal tea. Succumb to obligatory social media photo. “Have you tried the coffee here yet?” “No,”I say, slightly embarrassed. It appears that many people of my home town already have: I am a late goer. “You’re in for a real treat.” Usually I’d just go with it. How can I say no to that, the excitement and pride on his face is evident… and yet, I explain that I can only have half strength coffee and that sometimes coffee doesn’t agree with me. They lose interest a bit. Gosh, this breaky tastes great. I wish it would go on for a longer time. I try to prolong it – I should have requested two pieces of bread… Outside are cyclists, looking content in their flock. Admirably practical …

3 Reasons Why Cats love Christmas Too

Cats. There are two traditional kinds of reactions to simply just the word. (Cats). There’s the likers and there’s the, well, um those who may not be the biggest fans in the world. We know this. For the sake of diplomacy and for the sake of those perhaps scarred by an experience with an ‘unfriendly’ or one might even say ‘antisocial’ cat, let’s also assume that there’s another camp of people who are on neither Camp Cat or Camp Un-Cat but Camp ‘Maybe Cat’.