working at a cafe table

Barb on working, signposted by coffee and food. I spent an hour and a half this morning at a cafe finishing a book: a different kind of productivity.

It’s a pleasant change to read about someone else’s cafe habits: I tend not to mention my regular haunts (definitely plural – there’s a cafe as far away as Mosman where the staff greet me by name), as I figure it would be dull to read about how many coffees I get through in a week.

At the moment, I’m on a bit of a "make coffee at home" kick – working through some beans that michelle gave me. Once they’re gone, I’m planning to use my popcorn-roaster to roast up the rest of the toby’s estate green beans that are now a couple of weeks old.

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