On drinking coffee
I would have liked to have been a coffee drinker.
That seems like a strange wish, as it’s so easily realised: I could literally grab a cup almost everywhere I go. Cafes serve coffee, train stations serve coffee, even supermarkets and shops have coffee corners nowadays. There’s an excellent Nespresso machine in my house, but it’s only used for visitors. I don’t use it, I don’t drink it. But I would have liked to. Continue reading “On drinking coffee”