And now you have to improvise and do the best you can. If I had a quid for every time my stick has gone clattering to the floor in such circumstances I could afford a whole shopful of sticks of the folding variety. It was money well-spent, though. If anyone had told me in my youth that I'd ever come to the point where heaven was to be found in a new walking-stick I'd have laughed. Now I smile, sweetly and gently.
Every day is a nice day, generally.
Something about people in modern coffee shops is endlessly fascinating to me as a pictorial subject. I used the Casio which, by virtue of its swivel lens, is much more suited to clandestine operation than the Nikon. Home in the evening I multi-tasked a few sessions on the computer with cooking dinner and sitting out on the catio, sipping my one gin of the day. And a very nice day it was, too, in my little world. It's the only world I have, and you're welcome to it.