After our run, we have a lovely big cappuccino, preferably in the park cafe but sometimes back home from the Francis Francis machine, one with a dusting of chocolate, one without.
If all goes according to plan the froth is dense and creamy, it's not so strong that it makes my eyes spin and not so hot that I have to wait.
The corner table is free and the music not too loud.
The best bit is being demonstrated by this lady with the rather defiant stare.
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