I hope I am not trivialising addiction, but woke up this morning after a rough-ish night. Had to be up early as the little man in the red dungarees from Green Thumb was due and I had also agreed to let him into my neighbour's garden as she was going out. Felt a bit dyspeptic, so no tea, just a herbal brew and a natural yogurt. Then 2 paracetamol, still feeling rough. Eventually sat down with a cup of fresh real coffee (thanks to my own private George Clooney machine ) - and, you know what? I feel much better.
Garfield summed it up when he said
"Don't speak to me until I've had my second cup of coffee!"
Think I might risk a second one now 
Wrong side driving social media stunt
It Must Be Autumn Even Though It's Not September....
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.
Would you think it was odd if a younger person wanted to befriend you?




Then I have a shower and the whole body lotion thing etc. The shower is very essential as far as I'm concerned. Then I go downstairs and I make us another coffee from the coffee pod machine, which I am deeply in love with. I need these first two coffees to get me going, so yes it's an addiction.
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