Coffee & TV

“So give me coffee and TV.”

From “Coffee & TV” by Blur.

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It’s been such a balmy week.  I think we all feel tired, dehydrated and lethargic.  It was perfect then to bookend the week by having a night in: our daughter sleeping soundly; atmospheric lighting on – the two of us just sat supping wine and coffee, munching on the recently re-released sweets of my childhood (Treets) and enjoying one of my favourite films, “Chocolat”, which I haven’t watched in years. 

There was much to be thankful for.  Our little family unit, a happy marriage, friends absent.

Sleep beckoned after staying up far too late soaking up the wonderfully retold tales of a group of friends surf trip to northern Scotland – to Caithness and the Orkneys.  The fickle nature of the wind and sea, the descriptions of the scenery and the elements,  the antics and pranks, the desire to actually sense the cold whilst clambering in and out of wetsuits, the warmth of welcome from the locals, the stories from the pub, the history of the characters within these remote communities, the adrenaline of the rush, the one-ness of being in the vastness of the ocean.  I am loving this book “Riding The Magic Carpet:  A Surfer’s Odyssey To Find The Perfect Wave” by Tom Anderson right now.

P.S. Did you hear about the man who ate a peanut?  It came out a Treet.

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1 Response to “Coffee & TV”


  1. 1 lynn August 31, 2009 at 10:15 pm

    just stopped laughing.

    I just love that joke at the end 🙂


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