Archives for posts with tag: smoke

Kicking through the bright yellow leaves on the pavement.

The whole wood working day. The bright blue sky, being outside, the fire, making a bowl, the feminist chat at lunchtime, the end result. It was brilliant.

Smelling like wood smoke

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Smokey smell at work reminding me of visiting castles as a kid with people dressed up and living in them, cooking food on open fires.
Two customer compliments, one straight after the other, about how good the coffee was and how lovely and friendly we are as staff.
Finding out that the Flight of the Concords guys sometimes come into work. Cue nerves every time someone walks through the door.