Sitting in the Cafe - Again

by Matt Triewly

I'm sitting in the cafe - again. I have got up relatively early considering I'm not working today. I've got out early too.

I haven't got much work at the moment. Maybe that will change. If I don't then I reckon we will just about get through the winter months without going bust. Just about.

Anyway, I've got a cup of steaming coffee in front of me. Latte to be precise. There are a few people in. A young couple in front of me. A group of workmen in the corner and an older lady with a younger woman who could be her daughter. The 'daughter' is pretty with long blonde hair, slim and tanned. She is wearing a black jumper with her sleeves slightly rolled up. Her arms are quite tanned too. Sexy.

I am sitting in the cafe because I am waiting for the library to open. I am returning the book I took out. Azincourt by Bernard Cornwell. It was good. I enjoyed it. Riveting read.

When I have been to the library I will nip into the supermarket and get some bread and dinner for later. I live an exciting life.

I thought I'd let you know that I have decided to share with you some of the more memorable incidents in my life. Stories. Tales. Yarns. They are a mix of things. Funny. Weird. Sad. Kinky. Filthy. A few are violent too. Maybe you'll enjoy. Maybe you won't. That's life.

A few more customers are coming in. The noise level has begun to rise. I'm not keen on too much noise. Time to go...

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