There is nothing quite like the first cappuccino of the year. It holds in its bowl all the memories of coffees past, the enjoyment of the present cup and the promise of all the good caffeine still to come. In that spirit, I believe I can face whatever twentytwelve throws at me.
I love my coffees in cafés. I like to savour my brew surrounded by the soothing murmur of conversation. I’ve watched the awkwardness of first time internet daters as they plot their way over the minefield of their disparate lives; I’ve overheard job interviews go catastrophically wrong; and, to my horror, I now know that there is at least one man in Christchurch who showers with his socks on.
My fingers immediately itched to blog.
And in twentytwelve I hope to blog in a café – on the iPad that Father Christmas omitted to bring. In fact, I love cafés so much, I fantasize about owning one of my own some day. It will be book-lined and with free WiFi. I will name it “Café Paisley”. People will come for the decor alone. My customers will sit in comfy chairs, sip delicious coffees and nibble on tasty morsels. And as it’s my fantasy, therell be no decaf at Paisley and… There Will Be No Muffins.
I am certainly not the first person to link coffee, cafés and writing, take J.K. Rowling for starters – and the library has several items in the catalogue that feature coffee and coffee shops in the titles, such as:
Let’s raise our lattes to twentytwelve and resolve to indulge in at least one fantasy each. Happy New Year!