Bought some decaf coffee pods a few weeks ago, for those rare occasions when I’d like a coffee before bed but would also like to get to sleep at some point in the night. Yesterday evening was one of those times, but when I went looking in the cupboard, to my horror the pods weren’t there. I can only conclude that at some stage my significant other, using a boy look to find new coffee pods, has opened the wrong box by mistake, and so we have been drinking decaf in the morning instead of real coffee. I don’t know why this pains me so much, but it really does. Have I learnt my lesson from this? I think I have: never get married.
Ps. On that note – congratulations to my little cousin who got married in Sweden yesterday! I don’t know what “decaf” is in Swedish but I hope you do.