I am, I concede, easily pleased. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. For instance: today, I have been shopping, and then for a drink with budgie_uk. I have picked up a few DVDs, and yet another bottle of whisky. I hadn’t meant to, but it looked so pretty, and it wasn’t expensive. I also popped into a specialist coffee retailers, and picked up some whole beans. I’d gotten out of the habit of doing that, ever since I cut back heavily on coffee. I try not to drink more than a mug or two a day, these days. Which means that making whole cafetiere loads the way I used to is out, really. So I stopped buying beans, because I always wound up with more coffee that I could use/was willing to drink, however nice it was.
I got given one of those tiny re-fillable one cup devices for Christmas – you know, the bit of plastic with a filter at the bottom that sits over the cup, like a mini-drip filter. I’ve been buying M&S one-use versions that come prefilled with coffee for a months now. Telling myself they made a perfectly good cup. And they do, I suppose. I mean, they’re not actually poisonous, unlike Nescafe, or similar filth.
But they’re not a patch on the real thing. I’d forgotten how nice it was.