This morning I awoke to find myself in a flat horribly empty of any kind of coffee. Still more horrible was this made by the fact that the flat I awoke in was my flat. You’re not really at home unless there’s coffee somewhere between you and the outside world. So it was that I decked myself in an almost decent amount of clothing and made my way down to the corner shop. There I bought a jar of Mellow Bird’s, which will have to do. Examining the jar closely on the 90-second walk back to what was about to become my home once more, I find that there’s a picture on the label of what can only be a cup of coffee. And next to this cup, there is a caption, and it reads, “serving suggestion”.
Do I feel another letter about to pen itself?
Why not spend some of your leisure time today penning yourself?
