Ah, coffee. I start the day with coffee (without it, I crash into things, stare blankly into space, put my shoes on the wrong feet, etc.).
But then during the day, I also like to go out for coffee.I mean good coffee. Proper, strong, frothy milk coffee. Not weak, watery drowned in frothy milk coffee as we have been swamped with in this country. How is it that we, who live 800 miles from Italy (surely the undisputed home of good coffee), and yet we have embraced the tall/grande/gigante/biggabucketa coffee culture born in Seattle, some 4800 miles away. Do we like paying four pounds for a pint of foaming semi-skimmed with a hint of beige?
I am lucky, we in the Stoke Newington area have a few good places for coffee. I am also lucky that coffee can help to focus my mind of the task in hand, and I feely admit to using coffee as a performance enhncing drug when it comes to wriring.
However. There is a downside to my coffee habit. I am now certain that after the coffee wears off, my levels of neruopathic pain increase. Particularly the one that feels like someone is trying to cut my legs off with a blunt saw and a knitting needle, before giving up and just setting fore to them..
Last night, I had to take the big Z option in order to get to sleep. This works, but when I take the larger dose, I fell a bit 'underwater' the following day. It's not a totally unpleasant feeling, but it's not that conducive to writing. And co, there's the temptation to have a cup of coffee. I mean good coffee. Proper, strong, frothy milk coffee, etc.
But then during the day, I also like to go out for coffee.I mean good coffee. Proper, strong, frothy milk coffee. Not weak, watery drowned in frothy milk coffee as we have been swamped with in this country. How is it that we, who live 800 miles from Italy (surely the undisputed home of good coffee), and yet we have embraced the tall/grande/gigante/biggabucketa coffee culture born in Seattle, some 4800 miles away. Do we like paying four pounds for a pint of foaming semi-skimmed with a hint of beige?
I am lucky, we in the Stoke Newington area have a few good places for coffee. I am also lucky that coffee can help to focus my mind of the task in hand, and I feely admit to using coffee as a performance enhncing drug when it comes to wriring.
However. There is a downside to my coffee habit. I am now certain that after the coffee wears off, my levels of neruopathic pain increase. Particularly the one that feels like someone is trying to cut my legs off with a blunt saw and a knitting needle, before giving up and just setting fore to them..
Last night, I had to take the big Z option in order to get to sleep. This works, but when I take the larger dose, I fell a bit 'underwater' the following day. It's not a totally unpleasant feeling, but it's not that conducive to writing. And co, there's the temptation to have a cup of coffee. I mean good coffee. Proper, strong, frothy milk coffee, etc.
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