I’m not sure that the weather’s like where you are, but today seems a surprisingly lovely spring day in Liverpool.
This is good news because a) no-one likes waking up to rain and b) I made the huge mistake of having 2 afternoon cups of coffee yesterday, so have been wired & wide awake all through the night. It’s like I forget what coffee’s designed to do, it’s DNA, it’s whole raison d’etre.
But I got carried away yesterday because, quite simply, I’d escaped the house for some lovely ‘me time’. I was off to get these frizzy locks coloured & tamed, and so whilst sat in the comfort of the hairdresser’s big leather chair, with glossy magazines strewn on my lap with beautiful people staring back at me, a ‘nice cup of coffee’ seemed like just what I needed. Now, I should mention that I don’t ordinarily drink coffee – I drink decaf. And I don’t drink coffee specifically because it only takes 1 cup and I’ll be awake later that night. So for some reason unbeknownst to me or logic, I opted for not 1 but 2 high-octane cups of java to ‘help me unwind’ (yes, I know) during my pamper session. You see, I think having a cup of coffee without a dog clinging to my leg or a baby swinging around my neck was my very-much-scaled-down version of being footloose and fancy free, like in some chick movie where all they do is lunch, shop, drink prosecco. I know, I aim high. Crazy times people, crazy times.
So anyway, long story (not too) short, here I am, after 3 hours of interrupted sleep (because Monkey Bear is poorly so woke every hour) and I’ve got my day ahead of me. Sooooo, um, if I could just have a cheeky little coffee to help drag me through…..