Sometimes to struggle not to get distracted at home. So far today, for example, I have made myself multiple cups of tea, surfed the internet, tidied up a bit and I even fell asleep on the sofa for an hour (in my defence I have a banging headache and am quite tired).
In order to focus my mind I thought I’d have yet another cup of tea, but this time in a cafe while reading my new book about poetry and making notes (so I look like I’m doing something important). The nearest cafe to me is Seraphins’ on Abbeydale Road so I popped in and sat down with my cuppa.
For the next hour I drank tea, ate the most delicious salted caramel brownie probably in the world ever and pretended to read my book. I also had a chat with the owner about how to help the lady behind me remove a stuck ring and watched a video on You Tube. I posted a photo of the delicious cake to Instagram and Twitter. A little boy arrived and distracted me further by being flipping cute and having a garbled toddler chat with me.
On the way out I was requested to give the little boy a fist bump which I did, with panache frankly.
The whole thing was extremely lovely. But not very conducive to me concentrating. I’ve decided if I want lovely food and drink I’ll go to Seraphin’s, but if I want to write poetry I may have to find a cafe with worse food, less customers and miserable staff.