I haven’t been this fresh for a while, not at this time of day, not this early in the week.
Well, not since Monday.
Earlier today I was sat in a bar in my local City, everyone should have one.
I drank a session lager beer, I drank a West Coast ideal and a Baltic dream.
I ordered a pizza which promised transatlantic origins and boasted ingredients from across the road.
I bought a bottle of beer from the fridge, a firm favourite.
I spoke to the brewer.
I contemplated the value of this transaction if I was to share it on social media.
I joked with the chef.
I knew there was no value in asking for a taster.
I talked about 100% cacao, provenance and Christmas.
I made an excuse to leave.
I listened to Paul Simon’s Graceland and smiled at the fellow forlorn commuters.
It’s an album I don’t listen to often enough. A firm favourite.
I smiled all the way home.