Somebody having coffee-machine-napped the coffee machine in a dawn raid, I spent the morning caffeine-deficient and resolved to rectify this at lunchtime. First instinct was to head around the ring-road to McArthur Glen “Designer Outlet” for a Pret a Manger, but I realised that it would not be a life-affirming experience and elected instead to go into town and say hello to the town centre and its enhanced air of belonging there, and me belonging in it.
Lucky for me, the contintental market was on! So I got to have Italian pizza from an Italian, and then Dutch poffertjes (mini pancakes). I am now well practiced at ordering a small portion with syrup. Unfortunately that is juat about all I can do in Dutch.
Driving back to the office I passed “PLshop - the Polish Delicatessen”. Expecting to find something exciting like fish sausage or pig’s eyelid fritters, I craned to look in the front window. It was stacked floor-to-ceiling with crates of beer!
And three bottles of J2O.