Sitting happily in the cafe, you run your eyes over the menu and order another piece of flapjack, and annoy the waitresses by taking hot water and putting your own tea bags in it. As you burn your fingers on the semi-hot tea, you read the Laws of Hot posted on the facing wall, and curse the hot for getting on your fingers.
You try to relax, but the general bustling noise, the smell and the fact you haven't laxed for the first time yet, suggest you should move on once you've finished your snack. Feeling a little fuller, if only temporarily, you leave the cafe and