October 17, 2013

My dearest,

I’m walking past this café and I notice this lady with amazing 60s-era spectacles. She had ordered a long black in a takeaway cup and asked for some ice on the side. A careful operation ensues: a few sips of the hot coffee; blowing furiously to cool it like some gale across a devil-black sea; then a couple of ice cubes at a time; repeat.

This, she tells her friend, is instant iced coffee … for the price of a hot one, plus free ice.

Resourceful? Entertaining, certainly. Made my morning.

I walk on with a smile on my face.

Yours, ever and always.