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
Finally the West Ham cat kicker goes to court!!