I have a new friend called Geoffrey I’m not quite sure where he came from; he seems to have been living in a rather unpleasant shed at the back of the building where my boyfriend works. For reasons I don’t quite understand, this construction appears to be called “the glove box” or some such, and there was a rather hairy incident yesterday afternoon when my boyfriend and I went in to retrieve Geoffrey and I accidentally closed the door whilst leaving the key on the outside. That is to say, I closed the door deliberately, because it looked like otherwise it was going to make a loud banging noise, but I hadn’t realised that the key was on the wrong side There was a horrible few seconds where I thought we were going to be stuck in the shed all night, or possibly even until after the Bank Holiday when people came back to work and opened it, but fortunately it turned out not to have locked (more…)

I want to tell a story of amazing honesty, but in order to do so I first have to confess to a secret vice of mine; I’ve become addicted to the Caffe Nero Frappe Latte In my opinion, this is far superior to any other chilled coffee product available on the market right now; I refuse to drink at Starbucks since the fiasco detailed in this post, and whilst Costa’s Iced Latte is okay every once in a while, I don’t set much store by their Frescatos - last time I had one, the ice wasn’t properly blended and the resultant mush was almost too thick and lumpy to drink. Caffe Nero, in comparison, have a perfect drink, which tastes delicious and at £2.80 is no more expensive than its competitors. (more…)

So, this evening I decided to eat in Starbucks. This was due less to a particular desire to eat in Starbucks and more to the fact that by the time I had cleansed my footwear of mud, Costa was closed. (more…)