I'm no creature of habit (perish the thought) but i'm struck at times as to how we can become accustomed to doing certain things and how we allow ourselves to be lulled

I love swanning aimlessly around the capital on a hot and heady Sunday afternoon, coming across the street acts, listening to the modern day troubadours and checking out the sexy, sashaying young chicks ... rounding off the afternoon quietly sipping on a well earned cold drink whilst ruminating and watching the rest of the world going about it's business ... always at the same café ... always at the same table

Simple pleasures ...