Coffee

I Love coffee.

I. absolutely. do. love. coffee.

But lets start at the beginning.

I have had some problems sleeping lately (might have to do with my coffee consumption, come to think of it....)

and so when one of my rare sleep sessions was interrupted by a rather ungentle knock on the door this morning, I was, as you can imagine, not overly impressed. I got out of bed, thinking unkind thoughts in my head as I moved towards the door to confront the moron who had disturbed my much longed for deep sleep.

It was a DHL delivery guy who seemed rather uncomfortable by my appearance when i violently pulled the door open. I probably gave him the evil morning eye...

Anyway, it was a pretty heavy parcel. Curiosity arose.

Since the spell was already broken and the sleeping beauty (haha! what a joke. I guess I was probably not a very pretty sight), not awoken by a handsome prince but a moron delivery guy, had now turned into the awoken beast, I figured i might just as well open the box.

OMG. the surprise. Someone cares about me. A lot.

I got six packs of the best coffee ever!!

SIX PACKS!!! (and a pack of Italian biscuits)

what a F*CKING NICE SURPRISE!

Segafredo Intermezzo. I cherish you.

You shall brighten up my days and deprive me of my sleep at night (but thats fine).

And the sender will go to heaven for his good deeds.

What a glorious start to a Saturday.

This is a tremendously cheerful Jo, reporting from 27 Margaret street.