On Saturday mornings we stay in bed a little bit, to drink coffee and eat cake… Well, Hubs eats cake,…
Coffee
Life is a Latte…
Pouring lattes is a skill, rather like life, it takes plenty of practice, spawns challenge after challenge and calls for…
Saturday Mornings…
When I was eight I wrote a poem while sitting in the garden with my mother. We were in London…
Drive Through StarBux…
Daughts is a Star Barrista and she loves her coffee. She is happy to sub for colleagues and pick up…
Losing Your Mind…A Dog Tale
Hubs woke up this morning and while we were having our morning chat he turned to me and quite clearly…
A Most Excellent Day…
For some reason last week I was excited about a particular day. I am not one to rush my life…
Incongruous Coaches…
Going on a journey by train is always a good experience as long as you have a time table and…
Bakewell Cake…
While in England hubs and I would eat lunch, our later than usual break of a fast, around 1pm or…
Packing…
I cannot bring myself to start the process of physically putting items into suitcases. I have spent hours this year…
Would You Like to Buy Me a Cup of Tea?…
We were in Portobello Road, experiencing the market without a million people. The road is really pretty when it can…