This morning, over my latte, I overheard a young couple chatting behind me. One of them was muttering something about sewing when the other one suddenly said “This has to be the friendliest Starbucks I’ve ever been in!” The other one agreed saying just about everyone who enters knows the staff and greets them like family. And vice versa. It made me quite proud.
Back at home, I spent most of the day organising my over 530 holiday photos. Having deleted the really bad ones and sorting out the ones to put up on Flickr, I felt it was a job well done. I still have to write on each one but at least they’re there. Okay there’s 78 of them but it was a two week holiday. Besides, I figure that anyone who doesn’t want to look at them doesn’t have to. I’m not that precious about them.
The rest of the day was spent finishing off the laundry and making a Japanese feast for dinner.
The weather was not sure what it wanted to do, though it didn’t rain. The temperature is a bit of a shock after the heat of southern France.