I limped to Mocca, totally like limped. This was limping from the surgery to the chemist, to find that the chemist didn't open on time, and I had no interest in limping back home before limping back out again. People look at you when you limp - in a kind of, 'time you left London, dear' sort of a way.
And I ordered a coconut cappuccino which is already a direction that makes me nervous... but it was that or soya... just as I saw the quaint sign that said 'minimum spend £5.' (Me and Mocca, neither of us deserve to be in London) And I had already ordered, and there was no where else warm to wait, and there was an orange chocolate bread pudding square just sat all lonely in the glass counter.... Looking At Me.
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