If we were having coffee… you’d sit on my long chenille couch, most probably with a small dog on your lap – and I would ask if you minded. I would offer you a slice of my home-baked Victoria cake and ask if you’d prefer tea instead of the coffee. The room would be fragrant with vanilla as I like scented candles – and, of course, there would be the background aroma of baking and hot coffee.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you of my stressful week where I feel I’m ‘biting off more than I can chew’ because of my chronic poor health, and how that makes me feel inadequate. How I’m constantly frustrated with my lack of endurance and ability. Then I would think I’ve said too much and ask how things really are with you.
If we were having coffee, we would laugh over jokes because laughter is the best medicine. My dogs would all want your attention, and as we eat our cake they would beg at our feet. I would mention my desire to write more fiction, especially the new novel called GIDEON FALLS – the story of a misunderstood little person who was once a gargoyle; though he is still the banisher of demons, the protector of the people. I would ask you about your dreams or goals.