Coffee supplies low, cup situation critical, lids were finished days ago. Don’t know how much longer I can keep going. Surviving purely on foraging for supplies from local cafes. A sleeve of cups here a pack of lids there. This is no way to live. Morale is still high mostly because customers are not complaining when I try to make them a latte in my shoe. The book exchange has been picked clean by scavengers. Looters have even stolen the decals. I only hope I have the strength to build my new cart. I dream of a day when my new cart is wheeled onto the gleaming cobbles of Rupert St. In short – I have sold the van; last day is Friday; I will take two weeks off to build my new coffee cart; it is going to kick ass.