peripathetic

I don't know if it's just me being immature and dirty-minded, but when I saw a sign in a coffeeshop today saying "In the interests of hygiene, please don't touch our muffins" I found myself unable to stop grinning. It was perfect. Even more perfect was the huge expanse of Royal Crescent, bathed in sunlight, behind me as I sat in the park and read a book of poetry in a bright-blue paper cover which attracted some very lazy bees.