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I'm cradling my skinny latte {to take-away, not to-go} in Costa, as I await a more suitable time to walk down the road to meet Toddler Niece. It's terribly busy for this time of day. Who are these people? I'm curious. Seemingly a family, a collection of six adults and two children. Shouldn't they be heading to school? Oh no, is it a Teacher Training Day? But I digress. They are smartly dressed, but not really in attire suitable for a wedding. Maybe they're going to court; there's a Magistrates Court around the corner. But they don't look particularly worried. Are they visiting a photography studio so they can have a family snapshot? They have gone now. I will never know what the day held in store for them. A smartly dressed older couple have just walked in. It's not Sunday is it? Graduation Day? What am I missing?? At least the group of women over there are a constant. Always here on a Friday morning, they sit and gossip before their day of retail shenanigans begins. I wonder if they're here every morning, or if Friday is the only day of the week they come. Today they are all wrapped in coats and look chilly, even though it feels quite warm. Now they're all looking quite miserable; obviously they are not partaking in a jovial conversation on this rather damp day. Oh, what a pretty coat. I'm not sure it goes with those blue trainers love, but each to their own. Who am I to comment on quirky styles? Honestly, I'm forty-something going on eighteen, going on sixty when it comes to fashion. If I likey, I weary. I must go now. People to see, things to do, a grumpy old woman to cheer up and a Toddler Niece to spy buses with. Happy Day!