Well good morning my dears. It’s really lovely to see you here again. I expect you’re wondering what news I have for you today. I’m afraid that there’s not very much exciting happening at present – except for – well, did you see the title of this piece? Yes – I can’t think what possessed them – they are a lovely young couple, but to call the new coffee shop “The Roasted Bean” is not quite what you’d expect in this genteel retirement community! I ask you – when Mrs. M asks “shall we meet at The Roasted Bean” I find it very difficult to reply in polite terms.
I must admit that the young couple – I really must find out their names – have made the place really appealing. There are plenty of comfortable leather sofas to relax into. They are a little difficult to get out of though. That’s the problem with modern furniture. The chairs are either so uncomfortable that you have to perch on the edge or so low and comfortable that once you’ve settled in, you can’t get up again.
They also make a wonderful mug of coffee – although I must say that I prefer to have my drinks in china cups, rather than the current fashion for large mugs. There is also quite an array of home-baked goodies. Large plates with scones – both fruit and cheese stare at you from their glass cabinet, and any self-control you had before you arrived, completely disappears. In addition to those lovely scones there are several choices of biscuits and cakes which change on a daily basis.
I had a coffee there with Giselle the other day – and very nice it was. It was tempting to try all the food – but even when you enjoy sweet treats as much as I do, it was impossible to manage more than a small slice of a Victoria sandwich and a cheese scone with butter. G managed a light lunch of smashed avocado with poached eggs on toast and she declared that it tasted lovely. I love poached eggs, but had decided I would have those for my tea.
Giselle found everything to be delightful. Even though she bakes a wonderful selection of goodies herself, she said it was nice to enjoy a light lunch made by someone else. While we were waiting for our food to arrive I took a close look around. The building appeared to be much larger than I had expected and there were quite a few tables in addition to the sofas and armchairs. I had taken my knitting with me – I’m busily trying to finish a shawl for Mrs. M who asked me to make one to wear with a new outfit she has for a special occasion. I hope to have completed it by Saturday afternoon. She needs it for Sunday evening so I should have sufficient time. I’m at the stage where it always slows down – the point where the number of stitches has increased considerably and the fifteen rows before the decrease row seem to take for ever. However I only have this to do once more and then the final five rows. The cast-off is also quite slow – but then, at least, I know I’m on the last lap!
There are quite a lot of clients in the coffee shop today and I’m sure that if they continue to offer quality home-made cakes at a reasonable price, the customers will continue to flock in. I’ve been taking a discreet look to decide where the best position is for people watching. I’ve seen a lovely armchair set at an angle towards the doorway which wouldn’t be instantly obvious to anyone entering. I think this is the ideal place for me to sit and watch what’s happening. I want to see who appears more regularly than I would expect – and spends more money than would be normal for a pensioner on a budget. Of course, I’m not saying that it is an OAP who is involved with Patricia’s death; however, it is a possibility. Until the police have a suspect in custody nothing can be taken as read. Unless there is a definite reason to exclude anyone from the enquiry, everyone has to be considered a suspect. Now I’ve said that, I suppose that even I must be considered as one!
Well my dear readers, I hope you’ve enjoyed your first visit to my new coffee shop. I hope to return there in a few days to see what and who else is there. I must admit that I do enjoy people watching. Until that time, I must go and consider whether to have poached eggs this evening. In the meantime I must leave you as I have other matters waiting for my attention. Until next time my dears – As Always –
With Love – Jan xx