Devon is like everywhere else, cold, wet, grey but also very windy today. My trusty bird feeder — a stalk with hanging bars — has blown down and the birds keep coming to look at me accusingly. I don't fancy going out to dig a new place for it today, though. Maybe if it dries out a bit later, I shall give in to their tweeting (in the original sense.)
I love the idea of a Gransnet Cafe. My oldest friend and I (from Primary School) have bought each other mugs so we can enjoy mutual coffee though she is in Canada and I am not.
There are many days when I don't speak to anyone except possibly the postman if he rings, despite living next to family. I don't do the 'quick checkout' thing in the supermarket, because I enjoy a brief exchange with the people on the till. I don't hold the rest of you up! I just check that the vocal cords still work.
To have a 'hello' space is lovely, not for arguments, just friendly exchanges.