I kindly asked a tradesman the other day if he would like a coffee.
" I would love a latte" he replied. To which I said " I only have instant." Well by the look of horror on his face I may have well asked if he would like one lump of rat poison or two.
What's wrong with instant coffee?
Once upon a time it was good enough to share a cup with a friend or neighbour, with a biscuit on the side.
Am I required to have a fancy coffee machine in my kitchen to prove that I am a chic and classy woman.
Can't I serve you instant coffee with a string of pearls around my neck and a cashmere twinset.
The difference is?
What is society coming too?
It used to be the company and laughter over that steaming mug that was important, not the size of the froth!