Coffee

It's the start of my second week at work. In my attempt at living the life, I pitched up at work with a take-out coffee from the university refectory. It wasn't just a coffee, it was a decaf skinny flat white, which I've practiced saying over and over until I've stopped tripping up.

"I've never turned up at work with coffee in my entire working life" I said to Alannah.

"Really? God, it's such a big thing here. We Australians take our coffee seriously"

"Yeah, I'm getting that impression. I used to work in a place called Wigan. The nearest I ever got to take-out anything was a pie pea wet bin lid. The coffee just didn't figure"

Her face was a picture.