Some days the coffee goes down better than others. The taste is more velvet, the hit more addictive and the aroma more French.
Today was just one of those days.
It may be something to do with being radiant, passing yet another MOT, realizing how lucky one is, or it may simply be that one forgets each day just how good that morning coffee is.
The world is a fine venue for the acts to follow; the stories to be told, the fantasies to be shared. let the stories begin.