If we were having coffee, I’d say that houses are bigger when they are empty. Furniture is annoying. Unless we’re talking bookcases or my giant bed. And we’re not talking about my bed. This is a family blog. Apparently. Anyway. Coffee. My favourite coffee is medium. In strength and temperature. And if I leave it hanging around a few hours, DO NOT MOVE IT. I’m not finished. I’ve just been distracted by my kid or a book. Or I just…
Some of you may remember Coffeegate 2011. Well, it’s become an annual event. Earlier this week, I picked up my coffee with my left hand. And promptly dropped it. On my computer. Again. Maybe it was the weight of my engagement ring. Or maybe it’s because I am seriously not left-handed. At all. Ever. Anyway, the screen went black and coffee seeped between the keys before I could switch it off and flip it upside down. I know what to…
I’ll repeat, instant coffee taste like mushrooms. Fact. That’s why, as I write this, there is a cup of zombie coffee by my side. Anyway, these are, as ever, coffee-fuelled ramblings. And so, this week, I went out for more real coffee with a friend. I discovered many things: It’s OK that I can’t get through five pages of Saturday or Enduring Love. It isn’t just me. Apparently, I can’t go five minutes without talking about THE WEDDING. And that’s…
