Because money is very short at the moment my weekly breakfast in My Favourite Cafe, has turned into a weekly coffee in My Favourite Cafe. That’s fine, the coffee is very good and I can make myself something good to eat before I go out.

What’s sadder is that my post-weekly breakfast (or coffee) wander around town has been changed in a huge way due the closure of Woolworths. In my little town, Woolworths used to be a major stopping off point and the place to buy all manner of things (including the very dear to my heart, pens and post-it notes). Now it’s gone (along with all the jobs that it supported).

Now I’ve instigated a new routine. After my Saturday coffee I head, often with my friend N, for a look around the large secondhand furniture and bric-à-brac store run by the Salvation Army. The place holds an ever changing selection of treasures. Last week I found a video for 20p, this week I was drawling over a typewriter.

After year’s of using a computer I’ve forgotten how lovely a typewriter’s keys feel, how the amount of pressure used on the keys dictates the sharpness of the printed letter on the paper. I have a craving to go back to analogue, at least for some things. Indeed I suppose the quiet pace of my life at the moment could be described as rather analogue, at least in comparison to the often busy, multi-tasking world epitomised by most things digital…