Singing Nero's Praises.
Today, I popped into my local
Caffè Nero to buy a black
Americano and came out with this.
I didn’t pay for the
goody bag. It was a wedding gift. This goes to show the loveliness of the
staff and the care they give their customers. They’re my favourite coffee shop with very good reason.
I used to worry that they
thought I was weird. Before I had my office, I’d be in there nearly every day of
the week. Most of my blog was written on the premises. It was the perfect place
to work and a chance to get out of the house.
I’ve lost count of the amount
of times I’ve been sitting in there, pretending not to wait for my agent to
ring. When invariably it didn’t, or it did and the news was bad, it was nice to
see a friendly face. The people who work there always show an interest. For
someone who’s self-employed and spends a fair amount of time alone, it’s often nice to
have a chat. Some of the staff have even been to see my shows. I do like to drum up an
audience.
In recent weeks, with
the wedding and the new office, I’ve been in a little less. I'll rectify
this. If nothing else, it’s nice to have a 'usual' that I
don’t even have to ask for. I feel like Emmerdale’s Seth Armstrong drinking in The
Woolpack.