Harry Fisher: At the Coffee House Subject: At the Coffee House Who: Harry Fisher Where: Button's Coffee House Warnings: None. Open To: Lord Warrington, whoever else might be found in London's famous Coffee House.
Harry rarely had a moment to himself any more. The Theatre and the boys were taking up more and more of his time, the dogs needed his attention, and now, with summer on it's way, the cycle of Balls, parties, operas and dinners to attend had started up in earnest again. True, the rent collection and everyday things that kept his business ventures afloat were no longer his concern- he'd delegated those jobs to those who he trusted.
He'd been to the tailors, and ordered another dinner suit, he clearly needed more than he processed at the moment if he was to be invited out by Lady Linley again (and he found himself hoping he would, but she was a useful contact) and now he could enjoy and hour or so in the Coffee House, the paper on the table in front of him, the steaming cup in his hand as he scanned the front page. More politics, more anti-revolutionary sentiment.
At least here, he could sit and think for himself without business to get in the way of his morning. His brain, after being up half the night with clients and contacts, needed a few moments of peace and quiet.