Recently a tiny cafe opened just on the corner of our street. It’s actually a take-away cafe thing run by a pleasant man who looks like an owner of a run-down pub in the middle of nowhere with his arms tattooed and a grey old sweat shirt – an absolute misfit in a fair-trade coffee and cupcakes bar!
Every time I pass by I buy a coffee for me and Olga and today Henry got a bsbychino on our way to his play group:-)
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