Continental Drift…..

La vie parisienne is always closer than I think. I needed coffee even earlier than usual this morning, as I had survived the M2 at a time when I am usually buried under a large duvet, and found myself just after dawn on the edge of an industrial estate close to the Channel. It’s true….coffee retailers really are everywhere. Empty car park, shuttered warehouses, Costa Coffee open for business. One large takeout later, I’m standing back in the sunshine, feeling the gentle pressure of what the weatherman keeps calling ‘continental airflow’ and I remember as a good old British warm breeze. Fantastic. Eyes closed, coffee in hand, and easily transported to the charming French pavement cafe I inhabit in my coffee fantasies. Could stay there all day, really. Back in the car to hear Today discussing the plunging share markets and euro turmoil that surrounds the political and financial landscape out there. Me…..I just like smelling coffee and enjoying an old-fashioned  warm breeze….

About aga sagas

Married to His Nibs for a long time now. A sense of humour helps.

Posted on September 26, 2011, in The Big Questions and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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