It all started with my shoulder. My new one ‘arrived’ and so the younger daughter came with it, like a package deal. I came home from hospital and she flew in from Berlin to ‘care’ for the ‘invalid’, who was cut and stapled back together and drugged up to his eyeballs and slinged and in all sorts of trouble, pain and discomfort. Except it didn’t really work like that. In fact it all worked very well. And I wasn’t in pain and discomfort. I did a sling but only for ‘protection’ so soon dumped that, other than when out.

So me and my carer took to visiting ‘things and places’. Mainly ‘things and places’ where they serve coffee. And…

Its the ‘and’ which makes the whole trip worthwhile. Bakery ‘stuff’. Calories. Sugar. Carbs.

On our first visit, we went to visit the dead in Highgate Cemetery. They were all fine, other than poor Alexander Litvinenko who is still so radioactive he had to be buried in a lead coffin about 30 feet underground so we don’t all end up ‘nuked’ when go to mourn him. And we breezed down the hill and found a Gail’s. For coffee. And…

I’ve always been an almond croissant kind’a dude. I love them. Some too sweet (I can forgive), sometimes too dry (harder to forgive) and often just… hmmmm. But on that day, as that daughter don’t like almond (like: really???) I broke my cinnamon roll virginity. And quite frankly, it changed my life. I’ve tried quite a few but in all honesty that first one was like the first hit of heroin, you never get to ‘that place’ again. Unless I went back to Gail’s, then I got there for just a stupid amount of money for such a little thing. And then someone said: ‘go to Ole & Steen; they’re the best’. I had tried them before. Danish people. Except on the Strand where they are quite rude, rather unhelpful, more, sort-of, generic forriner people. From whom I’ve walked out in disgust before.

But I found myself there again this morning, and I could ‘smell the cinnamon’, even though I was on the other side of the road breathing in diesel fumes. It called me. So I succumbed. Went to see ‘the Danes’. Was served by morose and miserable Serbian babe who ‘gave’ me a cinnamon roll, relieved me of… well, it didn’t matter because they only take cards, so effectively ‘its free’ (at the point of sale; sort out your differences with Amex).

And its good. Really good. But if I’m honest, it ain’t as good as Gail’s.

Let me know if you know of any that I don’t, which are SPECTACULAR!!!! Prepared to spend up to £1.25.

Happy Monday

A xxxx