The Only Cup Of Coffee

I’m drinking a cup of coffee.

It has been pointed out to me that this is The Only Cup Of Coffee I’ve got.

I might like to have a coffee made by an experienced barista in Venice, served to me in a little plaza, on a beautiful springtime day, with nothing more to worry about than to idly watch the gondoliers glide by.

But this cup of coffee is the one I’ve actually got. And this chilly windy day in Campbeltown, just after 9am on the fourth of May, is the place and time I’m drinking it.

It tastes fine. And it tastes even better when I don’t start wishing it was something else.

*And here is my Fee Comes Fourth song for this month - The Other Way Round. Who knows what it’s about, but it’s the only cup of coffee on offer today. ;)