Last Tuesday, I forgot both my lunch and my mug on the way out of the house. I knew that the missing lunch would be easily rectified by a visit to the canteen and any one of a selection of low-cost/high-carb options. The mug was a different problem. Now I know that a lot of people do use staff room mugs, and there is probably nothing wrong with them. I’d just rather not if I didn’t have to.
So my morning petrol stop at the garage turned into a quest for a Costa Coffee, or more precisely, for the paper cup surrounding the liquid ejected from the 2 minute machine next to the doughnut counter.
I went into work clutching my cup, feeling like a refugee from another life, where I was an employee from a high tech company, working all hours on projects to deliver glamorous products to glamorous clients. Especially as it was still dark when I got in. Part of these delusions were, I imagine, caused by the coffee. During the morning, I got unusually excited about the case studies I am writing, and even more excited by my positive data trends, which I was very careful to double check in case I was hallucinating them.
In the evening, while Lovely Daughter #2 was at ballet, I felt like I was in need of something. This need drew me into town, where I came across the Real Eating Company. Whenever I’ve passed it, the Real Eating Company has been impossibly packed, but it seems that in the evening the ratio of staff to customers drops to 1:1.
It was very quiet, and warm, Nina Simone was on the speakers singing one of her best songs, Mr Bojangles, and there was the smell of COFFEE! Everything was pretty and bright and shiny, and they had cakes on the counter, and on the blackboard, promises of hot apple and ginger toddies, and Apple gin with Fevertree tonic water, which I knew from James meant that it was dead posh.
I wrote quite a lot. Why is it that you get more done when you are out and about somewhere quiet and warm with Nina Simone in the background? Is it the lack of wireless distractions? Or do you feel that having made the effort and spent your £2.30 you need to get your money’s worth? Or it could just be the coffee.
Anyway, today’s question is totally unrelated to coffee.
At work (it’s a school), we do Drop Everything And Read, where we all read for fifteen minutes twice a week. Following on from this, our Head of English has suggested that some of us might like to apply to be book givers.
Now despite the fact that The History of Western Philosophy is the only book blurb stuck on my door to have been requested by anyone (actually, by two members of staff!), it’s not the sort of book you would actually thrust at anyone going, “You must read this!” (You’d be in danger of knocking them out for a start.)
The only book I’ve felt that about recently is Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. The colleague I gave that to loved it and passed it on to her friends after that. I’ve read a lot of good books recently but most don’t come with a comparable combination of sensitivity and popularism to Me Before You.
Is there a book you’ve ever felt compelled to pass on to a friend of yours? And which you were fairly confident they would love so much that they would want to do the same?