Cake, Tea and Tears
A write up of ESP Death Cafe
I was blown away with the openness, the bravery and vulnerability of my peers (because of course, the nurse hat came off as I stepped into that space and I was just one of them). We laughed and cried and ate and drank tea and coffee (I splashed out and got them some costa sachets, and dried mango for those who didn't want cake) and gave them fidget toys and tissues so put their nerves somewhere. It was beautiful. What a lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon! I hope they loved it as much as me, even if I did make them cry.