Are you coming to my restaurant today?
A childs imagination is the most wonderful thing in the world. I guess for most of us adults as we’ve grown up our imagination has been squashed into a small space at the back of our brains. The constant dealing with everyday mundane things has slowly but surely killed the imagination we had. So much so that most of us find it difficult to imagine anthing. So much so that when you watch children playing it is the most capivating thing ever.
Our back lounge has become Rose’s restaurant. “It is not a cafe, Daddy” she often tells me, “It’s a restaurant!”. Almost as if there’s a difference and she’s the giver of michelin stars. Anyway she’s always asking “are you coming to my restaurant”. Often when I’m working from home I’ll nip in for my morning coffee at 10:30, but today she was fully booked. Auntie and P where waiting for there lunch when I nipped down and so all I was offered was a quick coffee to go and a big kiss both of which incensed her exisiting customers who were still waiting for their first course.