Saturday, December 3, 2005a walk on the beachEverytime I catch the train down the south coast to Thirroul, I inevitably end up at a cafe that's run with a charmingly variable degree of incompetence. I don't return to the cafe despite the incompetence. I suspect that somewhere in my murmuring subconscious I decide to return to the cafe because... Sign in to see full entry. |
