As circumstance and I now have a little dispute about aestheticism, trash bins and coffee, I have to make a few strong points in favour of weak coffee:
- Her coffee is indeed of colour, these days. I must admit, one can, at times, not make out the bottom of the cup. This occurs mainly, when black cups are used.
- Having said that, my capacity of dicernment became distorted, while my body slowly adjusted to her way of coffee brewery, a long time ago. So today, I prefer weak coffee, too.
- Main reason for this is, that I noticed (after the first shock of caffeine detox) one can spend all day having her coffee, without physical over-reactions such as heart failure. Which surely would have happened, had I stuck with the strenght of coffee I was used to have pre-circumstance. So all she did, was trying to save my life.
- Which brings me to my strongest point: all the quality time spent, sharing countless coffees with her. In fact, if I had to take a pick, I’d rather forego coffee for ever than not spend time with her.
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Had to make up for my trash bin trashing comment, didn’t I?
I have time off as such: 11.01-24.01, 15.02.-24.02 and 14.03-20.03.2016 this winter, so take your pick. Problem being sweetheart’s mum, who still can’t see anything, so we have to look after her (shopping, cooking, chauffeuring…), so I really don’t see January happen, yet Hope it gets better soon, so we can make plans for ourselves again.
What a sweet post! I got the message about this post this morning with just the title and first line – I thought you were escalating our mock dispute and I spent the day formulating my facetious defenses for the garbage can and it’s inherent superiority over the cup . . . and here you go saying such nice things.
Tell you what – bring the cup anyway when you come and I will give it a place of honor in our cupboard. Speaking of which – when might this visit be??
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