I was lost, and then I was saved, and then I got free tea and biscuits served in an ancient China jug, and the most delicate cups I’ve ever seen. If I held them up to the light, I could almost see through them.

Okay, to backup to explain what’s going on here… I went to another town to find some gear for my computer today. I’ve bought a new graphics card, and decided that before installing it, I needed a new power supply unit. My old one is, likely, not enough. For the longest time, friends have told me of this great little shop that has everything by way of electronics for a very reasonable price. The town is easy to go to from here, so…

I stepped on the bus, went to the town, and immediately got lost in the little streets and alleys. In the end I stood before a graffiti covered brick wall, a large green rubbish bin, and a faded sign on the wall promising cheap car repairs. The style would probably place it in the sixties or seventies. I doubt the car repair shop is still around, or offering those prices.

As I traced my way back toward the bus station, I found a little café run by an old woman, and she was very surprised when I sat down at a table. She correctly guessed that I was lost, and then described the correct way to the street I was supposed to go to. Oh, and I didn’t have to pay for the tea and the biscuit, because we ended up chatting for like half an hour. She said I had been good company while she was bored, and I wasn’t to tell anyone about the free tea and biscuits.

Now I’ve told the entire internet.

I did find the shop, but I didn’t find a power supply. The ones they had were the same wattage as the one I’ve already got, and then they had a monster that would have been overkill. I don’t need 1200 W in my box. I was looking for 7-900 W. The one I have is 550 W.

When I came home to the empty house, I sat down and started a story about an old woman running a café in a foreign land. I imagine it was a land like Syria, or Turkey. There’s conflict all around, but the café is this oasis of calm, because there’s tea served in thin fine china, and the biscuits are home-made peacemakers.

I’m waiting for Mark to come home from his work, but he most likely won’t be home until after seven p.m. Until then I can continue to flesh out this story. I left the house this morning to look for a thing, and came home with something better – a story idea. The world is funny.