Last, best hope…

As I arrive in the coffee shop I look around. It’s fairly empty today. I prefer it like that. I’m not someone who needs absolutely silence to work, but it’s always better when I don’t have to actively ignore a large amount of ambient noise. I suppose I could invest in a decent set of noise cancelling headphones, but that’s fairly low priority on my list of things to spend money on.

I order my coffee. My favourite table is free, the perfect spot for an hour’s writing. I walk over and settle. Everything is nice and peaceful.

Then a group of about 20 elderly women, all apparently slightly deaf and needing to speak just that little bit louder than everyone else around them, arrives and settle into the table next to mine.

For fuck’s sake.

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