Last Saturday, i was working like usual. I'm almost embarrassed, ashamed to be seen it the cafe. Its green, connotations of sick, illness.. and food? Not my idea of a sophisticated luncheon. Pieces of discarded bacon scatter the floor, the leaking teapots raining yellowish tea over the overused 'table cloths'. And yet, i returned from the kitchen to find Susan Boyle, sat in the middle of the cafe. I mean, she stays near me so I've seen her before and its not such an unexpected sight for the residents of West Lothian. But yet i nearly found myself cringing, surely she would rather enjoy a delicious lunch somewhere else? She certainly had the money now she was famous. But as my dad said, maybe thats my claim to fame; serving Susan Boyle breakfast.
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