I used to go to this arts centre to write; it had parking, wifi and coffee. But the parking was expensive and the coffee came in small cups, and it was often closed.
So one day I went to MacDonalds. Cheap coffee, free parking, wifi, and it’s open 24/7/365.
I’m a little bit addicted to it now. You have to come early, when it’s quiet, but coffee, a chocolate brownie and two hours writing costs less than three pounds, compared to the arts centre where it would have cost me double that. I don’t eat meat, or fries, so can’t comment on the infamous big mac combo, but the coffee is fine.
So here I am. Saturday, twenty past eight on a Saturday morning, working on Grendel, in MaccyDs.