I am working in at the Gabba currently managing a renovation project at the Princess Theatre. She is a beautiful old building, built in 1888, currently owned by Lifecity Church and seriously in need of a little love. We want to make this beautiful building a more comfortable place for people coming into church but also to make it available for hire for events and ceremonies. This will be a seriously lovely place for a wedding once the project is finished. Everything we touch needs care and attention but it is a pleasure to see her come to life under the loving touch of the tradies we have contracted. I am amazed at the skill and speed which these people do their jobs (time is money I guess). The newly polished floor is truly a thing of beauty. All the imperfections are still there but these floors now reflect all the experiences they have had worn into them over the years.
Anyway, I have digressed. I was talking about my slowness. Because I am working at the Gabba and because my day is starting at tradesmen's hours (6.45am), I am not having my coffee at my usual place. Instead I have found a fabulous little spot called Desmond and Molly Jones, just around the corner from the Princess on 615 Stanley Street, Woolloongabba. Once I have opened up the Princess for the morning and got everyone started I nip around there for a coffee. It's a tiny wee shop front with a couple of outdoor tables and a couple of rooms out the back that work just fine if you want to stay and sit down to drink or eat. There's always an interesting mix of people there, medical staff, patients (that's the one with the bandage around his head...?), back packers and well, tradies (that's me in my paint splattered everything). I had a lovely cheary "hello you're back" the second time I walked in which added a certain sense of well being to my morning. It's nice feeling the love from your barista. The food looks great and the fresh muffins smell wonderful but I have to admit that I have eaten nothing there. The coffee however was good and strong.
Back again to my slowness. I was explaining to him who I live with just how fab this new coffee place was and how much I liked the name. His instant reply was, "just like the song". Totally blank expression on my face revealed I had NO IDEA what he was talking about so he burst into song. Still, no idea why he was singing until he got to the appropriate words...... Oh dear! I am putting the lack of connection of the dots down to my mind being focused on other things but he who I live with wasn't so sure.... For those too young to understand, look up the Beatles song Obla di obla da. Oh yes, and if you are passing, it's well worth stopping for.
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