never point in a pub

Cecilia at The Kitchen’s Garden Travels

An afternoon alone in a pub – but not too alone with you and the others – as we all hold ourselves together, holding in our soft middles to hide our soft feelings. 

CECILIA AT THE KITCHENS GARDEN

AUG 02, 2026


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So I lost my Myki card. On the train. Topped up, nearly forty dollars on it, gone. The Myki is the card that gets you on the buses and trains and stuff. It must have fallen out when I pulled my phone from my coat pocket; a little gift for whoever finds it. You’re welcome. I felt like a right twit, losing that much travel money.

But once you arrive at a station, State Library station in this case, you need to scan the card to get back out, so I had to confess to the guard that I’d lost mine, stupidly, en route and she raised her eyebrows ever so slightly, huffing under her breath like I was obviously lying through my teeth, and lifting the barrier, waved me through against her better judgement.

So that was a good start to the day right? 

I am taking it well because I am on my city day. I’m not sure why a day in the city is so fortifying for me: as though I have reached back to a more evolved version of myself and held hands.

Earlier I went to the library to write for a few hours until it got too cold in there then I walked briskly through the Melbourne winter crowds down to this inner city pub to do the edits. It is an odd little sequence – library to pub – but I like it. I feel all grown up writing with a glass of wine in the pub. Alone again but that’s ok. I was never much good in groups. 

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20 responses to “never point in a pub”

  1. I’m sitting on the patio, morning coffee, eyeing my dead and drying borders — drought here — thinking ‘If that girl wrote a book, I’d bloody well buy it.’

  2. I hate that you are in a drought. It is kind of counter-intuitive for me – drought in the UK.
    and yes! If I could go and live in a pub for a few months I bet I could write a book. Whether anyone would read it might be another thing! 🤣😂

  3. You already have written a book, just have to go back i the archives and collect the pieces, put them together and I’d bet you’ve got more than one book when you’re done. I know there are at least several children’s books with the stories about the animals on the Farmy and there is also likely a cookbook too.

  4. I laughed at the Mills & Boon confession because I did the same thing as a teenager. I used to hide from my mom and read them. 😂

    My teenage brain needed a rest from being in turmoil all the time.

    This is why I love your writing. You take a lost Myki card, a pub lunch, and a handful of strangers and somehow make it about all of us.

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