Waiting. Watching . . .

I'm sitting in a cafe awaiting my lunchtime coffee. The sun is shining, but few people are braving the slightly chilly sidewalk seats, preferring to enjoy the sun's rays streaming through the windows as they eat and read.

Not the speediest service - my coffee took 10 minutes to travel five yards (I'm sitting next to the counter) and my muffin - warm - followed ten mins later. A couple of mins to eat the muffin and drink two coffees, then ten more waiting for the bill.

But the waiter's warm smile made up for the frustration, and so I tipped well and left feeling happy with my little lot . . .