All sorts

People. It’s all about the people.
Today we had a family of vegans who were so excited to have a choice of cake. One of them ordered an earl grey tea. Did she want any soya milk? No, she said, she took it weak and black. “Like my soul,” she smiled.
Last week an older lady visited as part of a coach party.
She was dressed from head to toe in blue. All sorts of blue. Fifty shades. There were blue things in her hair, there were blue brooches and badges on her blue tweed jacket. She was wearing a blue tie on a blue shirt over a blue skirt, with blue tights and bright blue shoes.
I complimented her look when she returned to the counter for cake. Her hand floated down from shoulder to hip: “everything is from charity shops and” she took a step back and pointed at her shoes, “if the shoes are the wrong colour I just paint them.” I asked how she painted them, is there such a thing as shoe paint? No, she said, she uses regular paint.
Aren’t other people just great?