one is subjected to the noises of traffic (I think I'm sitting slap-bang next to the inner London circular style traffic system) (quite why all these trucks can't drive about at night, when there are fewer people sitting next to the road I don't understand) and the conversations of the other people in the cafe (if I say I'm fed up with hearing the voices of Australians, would you forgive me or dismiss me as a miserable old cow?); erm, I think those are my only two grouches
and others (the Australians, probably not the truck drivers) are subjected to my snorts of either laughter or derision as I sip my coffee and read thru the paper, cover to cover (fortunately I didn't snort the coffee out of my nose). . .
. . .I'd tell you about the most interesting things I have learnt this morning (traffic and foreigners aside) only I think the battery might be running out, so you're spared