I'm watching PMQs. I'm reminded of those times I've been in Starbucks at some train station (usually Manchester Piccadilly) with a copy of the paper and a big-ass mug of something. Something the signature caramel chocolate, sometimes the caramel macchiatto, sometimes the white mocha. Mmm.
I like trains and train stations. Just for the senstion of travelling, moving, going places. Sitting at a table at a window seat, looking wistfully out of the window, in a sort of meditation. That was good about uni at least. The journeying. And they always served as a good excuse for a treat from Starbucks.
Here I am sitting watching Prime Minister's Questions. No nice coffee. Life is ruined