Or perhaps Wonderwall? Or even Lady Gaga…..
(slightly odd Eastern European feel to this one!)
Or Michael Jackson
It’s the end of the summer holidays. The tubes are busy again, even at 8am, and even though there’s a tube strike from this evening. Tanned people in the office are looking depressed. And the coffee shop can’t get things right. This mornings trials have also included a coffee crisis.
I’m a caffine addict. I admit. Coffee before I leave the house and a double espresso at work. Given that my new closest coffee shop is a Costa, rather than a Nero, I’ve changed my double espresso to a double macchiato (Costa’s coffee is much more bitter). Except this morning’s – despite their insistance that it wasn’t – was clearly a single. I saw the other half of the coffee shot left behind on the machine! Not only that but on my return trip, to caffine-up, the macchiato turned into a cross-breed mini-americano with a cappuccino head.
How I’m supposed to work like this I don’t know. The first day when my commute returns to Victoria-line hell as well as being a typical Monday, I need some coffee-TLC, not coffee chaos.