The great escape

I quit my job. I said goodbye to the city. Goodbye to the cosy familiarity of work colleagues and the regular coffee spots. Goodbye to the ocasional lunchtime in Merrion Square or Stephen’s Green, to running to Marks and Spencers or Grafton St on my lunchbreak. Leaving my spot in the swell of people moving…

Café-friendly kids

My two-year-old, going on three, on a West of Ireland beach, a crisp January morning. Crisp means blue skies and sunshine.. cold air and cold boy. “ Mommy, lets go, Let’s go to a café. Lets go to a café and have a scone” My son, the café kid. I love cafés. I love coffee.…