Sunday mornings are my reading days, the one thing I look forward to when I wake in the morning before my partner’s family packs off for church. There is a rush of names being yelled out from downstairs to have the last of the breakfast, drink the last of the milk, and if everybody is … Continue reading »
Milk can’t get any better than this, right? Wrong. I drink milk on a hazard level, to be sure. I practically drank a near litre of it today, straight from the supermarket carton. I’ve been told that fresh, fresh milk (from the cow but pasteurised or at least sterilised in some way before consumption) is … Continue reading »
Instant 3-in-1 Nescafé coffee used to be my Red Bull. It kept me up long into the wee hours of morning, more company than caffeine. It was a friendly face when I worked through Bangkok and Hong Kong. But lately that over-sugary, pale coffee taste is grinding me down. Every time I step into Gloria … Continue reading »
