It happened! At about two this morning, and again at nine this morning, I learnt to love coffee! Yes!! Of course, not on the same scale as the coffee-bean, but nevertheless.

When I was younger, I would ask to taste my mother's Sunday-morning-coffee (Would you like coffee with your milk?), deliberately pulling an exaggerated face of disgust, and if I felt rebellious, spitting it out again. Drinking coffee was one of the items on a long list of "Things you'll never do/drink/eat/think when you're older for fear of being too much like your parents". Like eating olives, which I do now. Drinking tea, which I do now. Drinking WINE, which I love now. Wearing a coat in temperatures below ten degrees celsius. Wearing slippers. Listening to Savage Garden. And now drinking COFFEE!

Watch out, people. Yet another coffee-loving blogger!

(Last night was amazing. We watched films, ate the unhealthiest possible things in large quantities, learnt (ish) how to play poker, broke a bench, opened the door to a three-year-old pumpkin trick-or-treater (until I was eight I thought the scary people at the door were saying "trickle treacle"), stayed up till a silly hour...the rest is shrouded in a haze of sleepiness.)