I saw a van yesterday evening on the way home, about 1.20am. It was just pottering along slowly but in a one lane highway. I was behind then started to focus on the van signage. Coffee van with a .com on it. I started to have flashbacks to coffee times, to great lonely moments, to moments with an ex, friendly ex.... and wanted to call her to go a mooch over something strong and slow. I remembered finding a spilled coffee jar and little foot prints... probably some rodent taking a break.

I pictured an incident where I rocked up to a mates house and was promised the best coffee ever... I nearly threw up.... that day I had tea. Well not all days are coffee days. But van in front of me made me think of and smell that first coffee whiff, when you open a new jar or packet...... ....... cant beat it!