After months of Leila and I insisting we must get coffee when bumping into each other, we finally actually manage to arrange something, and when our plan A seems to be inadvertently still shuttered, we fall back to the old classic of a Bristol Loaf. I have a chai latte and the homemade sourdough crumpets, a touch overcooked which minimises the glorious butter seepage you hope for, but you can’t argue with the jam. We have a wonderful gossip, and eventually part ways continuing to insist on doing it again some time. I look forward to it.