Right, I thought, I did those extra hours on Wednesday so I'll take the afternoon off on Thursday: nice nice nice. Made a mental plan to sign off at 1pm, meet Andy for lunch nearby, then bike over to Woodbridge and occupy a warm seat in another cafe for a couple of hours, staring into the distance. I know just the place, I told Andy. Four minutes before hitting shutdown, 12:56, he texted to say "I'm inside table one see you soon". Sort-ed.

Place opened a few months back, I'd told him, as mentioned on the local BBC news; just hope they're still going. I reached 21 Young Hearts about 13:05, and there were signs of life everywhere: in fact, said Andy, speaking between mouthfuls of meaty bap, it was packed when he arrived. Which is all very lovely 'cos they're doing great work here with their mission "to empower young individuals with disabilities by providing them with meaningful employment opportunities" (bit like the old Town Hall Tea Room and the St Lawrence centre to name but two).

Star of the show is young Kyle who's not only splashed over the front window but humble enough to chalk up my sausage & bacon bap, banana Yazoo and bag of sea salt crisps. Cheers, fella. We're right next to Duncans Bakery, BTW, where I note we had very similar all-day breakfast lunches way back in 2011. Inside is abuzz. Seems like they've already established the community hub they'd hoped for.

There's a tip-top selection of sweet treats including puffy mince pies, Christmas gingerbread, lemon drizzle loaf, funfetti (!) cookies, carrot cake, and Victoria sponge. Top-left, though, is shouting out to me: it's the Old School Cake, a slab o' sponge with white icing covered with 100s & 1000s. Yes, please! With no chai latte available, Andy joins me in a flat white but of the decaf variety, unlike mine. Window lettering reads "Good Coffee / Great People / Big Hearts". Amen to that.

If it was a car -- Danacol Heart Car.
If they were passing by -- Candi Staton.