Early old bird

My 17 year old mind decided to nip into town at 7 this morning, post 6 o'clock finish after a 12 hour night shift.
My 50-odd year old body told me it was a very silly idea as soon as I stepped off the bus in the middle of a cold deserted town centre. It kept complaining that dragging this wretched geriatric body around a winter wind blown shopping centre is not the done thing (especially before the Shopmobility counter had opened).
I promised it a breakfast Magnifica at Carluccio's; just had to keep it going for an hour and half before Carluccio's opened at 9. I gave it something to do during the wait by wandering around the empty centre taking images with the Nikon.

It's amazing how the early morning cocoon of a restaurant can mask the measured invasion of the post Christmas-sale zombie masses into the previously serene shopping centre
I fled towards home soon after vacating my cocoon.