When I was pregnant, I gave up coffee. I was very crabby. I would go to my local coffee shop every morning on my way to work, and grudgingly order a hot chocolate instead of coffee, taking in deep breaths of that gorgeous coffee smell as I waited in the queue.
Once I’d had S, I thought maybe I could start up my coffee habit again… but it turns out that breastfeeding + big fat coffee habit do not mix well! Also the only time I was anywhere near a coffee shop, I usually had my baby strapped to my chest in a sling – which isn’t entirely safe.
So my coffee habit
took a couple of years off. I didn’t really get back into it until I went back to work. After dropping S at nursery, I would head straight to a coffee shop and get the largest bucket of coffee they sold on my way to the office.
Now I work from home, and I don’t pass a coffee shop on my way to or from nursery. If I’m going to get a coffee, I’m going to get a coffee, and then I go straight home to my desk. So I sort of miss out on it.
What I do tend to do though, is arrange as many client meetings as possible, at a coffee shop!
My favourite at the moment is an independent artisan bakery that has a gorgeous seating area outside where you can sit and drink a lovely coffee while watching the world go by. My local market square has just been refurbished and has a lovely European feel to it now. Even better – the bakery also does the best toasted teacakes I have ever tasted, and S is quite partial to their gingerbread men too.
It’s a lovely place with a great atmosphere, and a great view across the square. You can sit and drink your coffee and watch the world go by. On market day, the stalls finish just past the seating area, so that there’s this little oasis of calm with a busy, bustling market just on the other side of some plastic covering.
The other week, some of you may have seen from my Twitter and Instagram feeds that S and I were house/cat sitting for a friend. She has the kitchen of dreams, with every sort of gadget you could ever imagine – including one of those fancy coffee machines where you just pop a pod in, and it gives you a lovely cup of coffee. Once I’d figured out how to use it, I became something of a connoisseur, sampling every different flavour they had before choosing my favourite: the purple one! I’ve no idea what it was called, but it was gorgeous! My mornings were spent with a leisurely cup of coffee in the garden while S ate her breakfast… heaven!
Do you love coffee? What’s your favourite type? Do you like to have flavoured syrups? Frothy milk? Cream?