I love coffee. Hot. Strong. Long blacks (with milk on the side). I love cappuccinos. I love the aroma of coffee. I like that wave of delicious flavour that you breathe in when you smell coffee brewing. I love coffee with attitude – edgy in strength, but smooth. I love the buzz. The ritual. The social aspect.
Unfortunately, I have arrived at an all-time low. Yes folks, this is a confession – a very sorry state of affairs indeed, an un-enviable position to be in, a shame and I’m sorry to have to tell you this. How much worse can things get? But the sad and honest truth is, that...
For 2 days in a row now
I have voluntarily, yes by choice, drunk a cup (pause... breathe deeply) of (another pause....) Nescafe. Instant. Coffee.
(Pause to collect myself.)
As there’s been no milk left in the fridge at work, I have been forced to drink it black. Not even any milk to disguise the flavour! Somehow the milk acts like a kind of denial-switch. And without milk, I am ashamed, humiliated and feel the need to confess this sorry state of affairs.
So. Just call me an ex-coffee snob! So much for the long blacks. Sniff. So. There you have it. How has this happened? How could I sink so low?
What would you recommend or prescribe?