Sometimes if I’m working at home, I pop down stairs and stroll into The Holloway Jump In Cafe.
They never mind me strolling in, and over the years as neighbours I feel a likeable familiarity I thought I would never feel from a cafe, or a London neighbour.
We don’t have to say much, but we are London neighbours. I like London neighbours.
Last week Jo came in and said you left without paying at the cafe!
I had completely forgot to pay.
Something about the Jump in Cafe makes me feel like we’re in it together.
That goes well with bacon and egg, just remember to pay! I can hear Jo say…