I’m sat in a little cafe it’s a greasy spoon!, it’s decor is historic but it’s service is perfectly quaint...

Earlier I sat with a mate of mine we were eating a breakfast that most wouldn’t manage but we dutifully polished off every morsel. . .

As we chewed our way through we chatted about the past. . .laughing at times remembering that when past events were occurring they seemed so crucial, but on reflection now appear trivial!. . .

It’s great having the past to reflect on its in some ways, critical for the future. . .

Isn’t life great!. . .

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