Cigarette, cup of tea, a bun...

...on the way to work. It seemed like a good day to stop at Peter's Yard on the way to the office.

The cup of tea was a cup of coffee. And there was no cigarette. But as I sat there and watched the world go by for 15 minutes, I somehow got thinking about music and how each generation likes its own generation's music. (There was a young person wearing headphones.) I think that's when Cigarette etc.. popped into the head.

And the bun - it was bloomin tasty.