It’s early on Monday morning. The kids are off to nursery and school and my working day starts in half an hour. I spontaneously decide to keep driving after the school gate and end up at a local supermarket. I pick up some fairly exotic (for me) ingredients deciding to try out a new soup recipe later today. Sweet potato and green curry. I’m excited about it already. Makes a change from Lentil. Did I ever mention I love change?
I get to the check-out and glance at my clock – I’ve still got 15 minutes before I need to be dutifully presented and logged on in my home office.
I make my second unusually spontaneous decision of the day and decide to sit down in the shop cafe and enjoy a few moments to myself. I help myself to a coffee from a suspiciously noisy machine. As it grinds the beans I feel like my weekend has just been ground to dust as I start this fresh new week with anticipation. Not sure yet what plans and schemes I will chose to embark on. I’ll dream them up once I’m settled with my little cup of me-time.
The formica table is sticky. The cup is chipped, and (I try not to look to closely) I think slightly stained. The coffee is flat and bitter. I am alone. Alone at my sticky table. No one knows I am here. The day hasn’t officially begun yet. I am free to sit. Free to gaze out of the window. Free to ponder what the week ahead will bring.
As I sup my secret brew I vaguely consider; the laundry, the dinners, the tidying up, the work To Do list, the meetings, the kids, my lovely husband, possible colours for a new car, whether it will stay dry enough to get the washing hung outside, where did I put my purple cardigan, why is my eyebrow itchy, I’d quite like to buy a new planner, this coffee is actually quite pleasant, did I buy enough sweet potatoes or will my exotic soup be watery, shall I wash the car this week, I think I’ll get a blue ‘8’ balloon for my son’s birthday on Wednesday as he had a silver ‘7’ last year, do I need blue-tac for the banners….. and probably another hundred or so other mini-thoughts.
I look down and time is up. Coffee is drained. The Office awaits. I feel calm.
It was the best, worst cup of coffee I’ve ever had.