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I'm dying for coffee.
 My second since 7am. Mine too. Back to the Espresso Room on New Row in Covent Garden - second time in two days. Such good oat flat white, sitting on the bench outside people watching for an hour. Me, robocop boot on! You, comfy pants, boots and army, soft, cycling jacket.




 

Saw some funny outfits today: The woman in the red coat sticking out like a modern day Elizabethan - she'd have trouble passing through our hallway with your bike parked against the heating cupboard. Tom of Finland with his funny pants, moustache and shiny long boots swinging left and right upright like a cucumber. His body must have been singing to a hidden tune, I detected some headphones on his return. Unchanged, he could have been a robot.



 

A day before the big re-open. Everyone's out, some seeking more obvious attention than others after a period of forced hibernation. We saw a Dachshund on a red coat and watched him again later when we charged to Arôme, you fuelled by the cold, me racing on crutches powered entirely by caffeine - I wanted to show you our very popular new Asian/French patisserie on 9 Mercer Street. You were skeptical despite the long queue. 


 

While sitting outside the Espresso room, we saw a cute pug - Niiiinja - a poodle, a cockapoo; a huge German Shepherd galloped towards our bench to lick something off the ground that wasn't ours. We shared a lovely and moist vegan banana cake and a second oat flat white. It's better than 'Grand Howl', less strong but more flavoursome, you said. 




You're getting itchy feet - ready to let go of Perronet. The views, the 110 sqm space - you don't want the Council breathing down your neck. You have fallen in love with Calvert Square which by the way doesn't exist:) You mean Calvert rd and Arnold Circus which are near the alley your dream townhouse stands, the one I find ugly. So today, while resting my Robocop leg, you cycled passed Shacklewell street in E2 to check out this townhouse overlooking the football field. Someone played basketball and the voice of reason tore you to shreds - and that's just one person playing, imagine an entire gang of angry teenagers playing football outside your window. The siren call persists: New York cool, sufficiently edgy, historic in the heart of the 'golden triangle' - Shorditch, Bethnal Green and Broadway Market, a whole house! You fantasised living inside. It's been on the market for a year. They now want £650,000, down by £50,000. You then checked out the Biscuit factory, Weaver's field and the Cloisters. Who knows where we will end up. East grunge in a cool warehouse, a house in St. Leonard's, a holiday home in California or Spain or Greece, London property tycoons, a variation of all or some of the above? 





 

I'm sure whatever we do we'll be more than fine. I love how we constantly re-imagine our present as disorientating and exasperating as it can feel at times. We push, we argue, we love and we struggle but this is Life and Love and we have both so we're lucky. We're good as gold mate. Chis, Nenad:)