I found myself really missing Lucy this evening. Why today more than any other day, I have no idea. Just the way it goes, I suppose.
I went out for a drive and ended up by the river, where we often used to go after work to have a change of scene.
After I sat there for a few minutes, I remembered that we often used to go and get a cortado from the Starbucks drive through. Back in the days of COVID shielding, it felt like a relatively safe treat.
Anyway, I went and got our old order and sat in the car drinking cortado, watching the rain, and replying to a slightly curious work email until it got dark.
Yes, I know Starbucks are money-grabbing, tax-evading scumbags (and probably more besides), but I'm putting nostalgia over corporate boycotts tonight.
[This is the sort of post that will probably make certain people worry about me. If you're one of those people - don't worry, I'm OK]







