Organic Gertrude celebrated ten year on planet earth last night. Much like the Cheers bar was Norm's second home, Organic Gertrude has been my haunt. It's where I take my coffee – wind whipping through the cafe notwithstanding – where I've bartered and bought damn good food and found baby sitters, for both monkeys. I feel like my life has been lived out between its four walls, joys and sorrows, particularly these past 6 years when I've lived two stones throw away. Was it really ten years ago that it all kicked off? I designed its logo, my first, all that time ago? Sucking down a mango daiquiri and looking around the room last night I felt like we'd all gotten appreciably older. Not that I'm into pushing back time but I did wonder maybe I should try some Chia powder. Tomorrow.
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