Coffee

Coffee

This is the story of how I know you cannot have an orgasm simply from drinking coffee. Once upon a time yesterday morning everything went wrong starting from the moment when I got out of bed at 4.50 am to get a floppy adolescent to swimming training on the other side...

It’s not all angst and indecision

At the moment, for example, I am doing that thing I had forgotten I used to do. I hold the cup softly against one cheek. Then, when the steam has clouded that spectacle lens, I roll the cup across my face (or more specifically, across the tip of my nose) and I hold...

Mornings

I wish I could accept, and act on, the lived-experience knowledge that the second cup of coffee will make the entire morning coffee experience only half, instead of twice, as good as it would have been if I had stopped at one. I love the euphoria which follows the...