Coffee in one hand.
A book in the other.
Music on headphones.
Everyone you love snoring away around you.
Dark outside.
What’s not to love about early winter mornings?
Coffee in one hand.
A book in the other.
Music on headphones.
Everyone you love snoring away around you.
Dark outside.
What’s not to love about early winter mornings?
Most people head for chocolate, ice cream, and red wine when they need comfort.
I’ve returned to my comfort diet of Gilmore girls, Fredrik Backman (The scandal), and buckets of coffee.
The only girl of the house is on a 2 week work trip to Canada, and the boys are missing her.
Elder boy coped by drinking his morning coffee in her mug, despite having all his mugs clean.
The younger one is coping by giving me loads of soft hugs, licks and nudges.
When you order a coffee with an extra shot,
but you get one without the said extra shot,
and know on the first sip that there’s no extra shot,
yet, you drink it without complaining.
Because you’re a regular, and don’t want bad service / spit-in-coffee next time.
Or you’re becoming so very British.
That.