I’ve found a cafe, near my home, where I can sit and think. It’s on a street of antique shops, a tranquil oasis in a city. There are four tables, some high chairs along the right wall. They sell haberdashery items and stationery. There’s even two computer screens and wifi so you can rent some onscreen time. The coffee is good, although they serve it in those appalling paper cups. I think I’ll bring my own cup if I want to make it a regular haunt, at least for as long as it exists. It’s not very busy in the mornings, a feature I enjoy although not a good indicator for its longevity. So if you’re looking for me, in the morning, you won’t find me, I’ll be in The Ginger.