I was going about my business last night and decided to get the coffee ready for this morning. Filter, water, coffee *stop* Dammit, I don’t have enough beans; I need coffee. Luckily I’m three minutes away from London Drugs and I figure they must have coffee. So I run over and find they only have ground coffee; no beans. What the hell is this? Even the Starbucks coffee is ground and it’s some fruity flavour.

I decide the only thing I can do is to buy a tin of Nabob or something; it will see me through this coffee calamity I find myself in and I can buy some beans tomorrow. I return to my apartment, make the coffee and forget about it.

This morning I get up pour a cup of coffee. As I’m sitting there waiting for the caffine to do it’s thing it dawns on me that this is the best damn cup of coffee I’ve had in as long as I can remember. It’s dark, rich and just tastes great. It even smells great. All this time of buying expensive beans, the bloody mess the grinder makes, always being a tiny bit short and needing to grind more beans and Nabob, from a tin, tastes better.

The above was written a few days ago. I like to have ‘a few in the can’ but I never go back and actually click Publish. So Monday morning I’m tidying up the kitchen and actually look at said can of coffee. Decaf! I’ve been drinking decaf all weekend and seemingly, no ill effects. Without a word of lie, I was asleep within an hour. So yeah, I’m off beans but I went out and got some of the hard stuff after I woke up. Seriously.

Yeah… aren’t you glad that you keep coming back? You know you are…