An email arrives from one of the lovely folk who works in the workplace Costa I used to frequent in Swindon.
There’s a Costa in my new workplace too.
It’s nice that there is such a consistency in my life.
But it’s not the same Costa.
Not the same lovelies.
I miss them all.
And I miss their prices too.
The price of the Latté, you smutty-minded individual, the price of the Latté.
£1 for a small-to-medium in Swindon
£1.85 for a medium in Victoria.
£0.85 difference!
How’s that work out?
£2.25 for a large one.
There’s a joke close by but it’s bordering on bad taste and who knows, Siân or one of the other lovelies from Swindon might be looking in – and I wouldn’t want to offend them with rude implications.
Oh no.
Because that never happened while I was working there.
Absolutely.
Not.
B.