Ode to my local coffee shop

I found a new office and my colleagues are baristas

The cast of Frasier. Also how I look when I’m in my coffee shop

I hit the jackpot in November when I started working from a coffee shop that’s walkable from home. Not unusual considering I live in central London where pigeons are outnumbered by places to buy a flat white, but get this:

• The stools have backrests (I’m not 21 anymore)

• I can arrive at 1pm and find a seat with an empty plug socket within reach

• There’s usually space to sit in the window, so I can observe passers-by like I’m undercover in MI5 (I’ve seen Slow Horses and could not love it more)

• The counter is unusually high, so my neck isn’t contorted like a snowdrop when I look down at my laptop.  

As a self-employed person with no space for a proper desk at home and no money for the WeWork on my street; this is holy grail shit. 

There’s no Wi-Fi so it’s not without flaws but aren’t imperfections charming? I hear Oscar Isaac is only 5’8 and I’m not judging. Plus, I can make peace with burning through my data allowance if it means I get to leave my flat for a few hours a day.