I can see a blue-bottle. It started off by crawling across the greasy wall and is now drowning in a mug of cold tea. What a way to go!
The girl with the baby is looking bored, she's playing with the spilt sugar on the table where it lies scattered like athe first touch of frost and dissolving into a sticky syrup in the spilt water on the surface. The man with the paper begins to cough. Everyone looks round momentarily and then go back to their food and papers when they realise it's nothing more interesting than a tickle in his throat.
i've always wondered about people and their morbid curiosity about other people. If someone looks a little pale or sickly all eyes are trained onto them waiting for something dramatic to happen. It's like the two old ladies sat over there discussing who has died and Mary who's just had a stroke and can no longer smile. it's not the converation topic thats the problem it's the look of glee on their faces as they discuss how she collapsed in the shopping centre and had to be resucitated three times.
It must be a tool to remind themselves that they're still alive and well, unlike poor Mary.
They've moved on to the topic of one of their friends grandsons who commited suicide the other month. Terrible thing. Oh and he was so young!You wonder what drives them to it Oh I feel for the poor girl who found him!
They are loving it, wallowing in the misery of others. We all do it though. I defy you to not slow down at a car accident on the road or try and get a look at the person being wheeled into an ambulance. A siren will guarantee a head turn and a little crowd always builds round a scene of an accident or a murder.
Talking of murder, my egg, chips and hash browns have arrived. The old ladies conversation blends into the background.