Mundane matters
Feb. 4th, 2026 04:00 pmPublic
I don't currently have the bandwidth to deal with the stuff going on in UK politics right now, so instead I'll tell you something really boring. I was at Merry Hill (a shopping centre) today and my phone notified me that I could have a bottle of Coke Zero for a quid at Costa. So I went to the branch I usually use there (on top of Next) and it looked fine. Then I saw the sign saying "Our card machine is not working; our staff will be pleased to direct you to the nearest ATM." Irritatingly, I didn't have a pound coin – this is rare for me, since I almost always have a bit of cash on me as several shops in Bewdley are cash only.
So I plodded off to another branch of Costa at the other end of the shopping centre. No problem in getting my Coke this time, and everything went okay. A table of pensioners nearby who seemed to think everyone within ten miles needed to hear their conversation, but nothing worse than that. (These people didn't have terrible hearing, as they could talk quietly when they wanted. They just didn't want.) Anyway, I sat around for half an hour and drank my drink, and then I carried on with the other stuff I'd gone to Merry Hill to do. And if you've read all this stuff, you probably deserve some kind of medal! ;)
I don't currently have the bandwidth to deal with the stuff going on in UK politics right now, so instead I'll tell you something really boring. I was at Merry Hill (a shopping centre) today and my phone notified me that I could have a bottle of Coke Zero for a quid at Costa. So I went to the branch I usually use there (on top of Next) and it looked fine. Then I saw the sign saying "Our card machine is not working; our staff will be pleased to direct you to the nearest ATM." Irritatingly, I didn't have a pound coin – this is rare for me, since I almost always have a bit of cash on me as several shops in Bewdley are cash only.
So I plodded off to another branch of Costa at the other end of the shopping centre. No problem in getting my Coke this time, and everything went okay. A table of pensioners nearby who seemed to think everyone within ten miles needed to hear their conversation, but nothing worse than that. (These people didn't have terrible hearing, as they could talk quietly when they wanted. They just didn't want.) Anyway, I sat around for half an hour and drank my drink, and then I carried on with the other stuff I'd gone to Merry Hill to do. And if you've read all this stuff, you probably deserve some kind of medal! ;)















