Coffee

I took a life changing decision when I turned thirty, to start drinking coffee. The reason for me being such a late blooming coffee drinker, was that I thought not likeing coffee was just one of the many things I take after my one of a kind adorable father. Some of the others being; allergy, being left handed, short, hard working, having prominent forehead (clever), a good dancer, fair-skinned, not liking to be the centre of attention, hairy, stubborn and not being able to smoke ( I tried I really did). He also has never been much for coffee so I just kind of thought coffee wasn´t my cup of tea either. Boy was I wrong. I can actually thank my father for not having started earlier because all I want to do now is drink coffee. That's how deep in I am. I have turned into a coffeeholic in under three years. So now I am trying to cut down on the caffeine but it´s hard when you live with a perfectionist who has set up a fully equipped coffee bar in the kitchen. And there you have it a classic behaviour of an addict, blaming someone else for their problem.