March 21, 2008
It’s eight in the morning and I’m downstairs in Caffe Nero with a coffee and croissant to help kick start the day. Actually, kick start may be a little harsh. I’ve no sense of urgency. I have the whole day stretching luxuriously before me with nothing to do except read, write and paint, and I intend to do all three. A few early risers have joined me, including some with pen and pad. There’s something very conducive to writing in a place like this where there’s coffee, good music and the ongoing whoosh of a cappuccino machine in the background.