We opened yesterday, New Year’s Day.
In my mind it was a day for people to go out for a good long walk to blow away the cobwebs; to take the dogs who’d been cooped up the evening before, for a run.
At the end of which there’d be coffee. Or hot chocolate. Or a flapjack.
But I was wrong and U2 were right.
A few souls ventured out to Witley Court, but not in great numbers. Among them was a little boy who, once unclipped from his pushchair, climbed out and strode towards the counter.
“What are we here for, Alfie?” asked his mum.
“CAKE,” he answered in a big, clear voice.
And that’s exactly what we served him.
Alfie is the future. And it looks bright.
We spent the rest of the day coming up with resolutions and writing them down so we can look back at them and laugh.
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