I’m reclining. That’s a funny little expression, don’t you think?
Reclining is one of my favourite words and even more favourite actions. Today I’m reclining in a new arts cafe, soaking up the atmosphere, looking refined, and trying not to get caramel shortcake all over my mouth. The piece is delicious melting on my tongue like a snowflake, but all too small. Fortunately, my wife chose to eat some ridiculously chocolaty bun, which included white chocolate — she doesn’t like white chocolate; I do — so I offered to help. I’m good like that.
We have both ordered a locally ground coffee with a Christmas tinge and are taking our time luxuriating in its delicious aroma. This is our holiday treat — the missus has had the week off, but we couldn’t afford to go anywhere — and what a special treat it is.
Some people like their cars, expensive holidays, works of art, whilst some are more easily pleased; we’re two of them. After a lovely walk in the sun (images below) this has nicely rounded off our week of walking, running and relaxing.