But one of our few treats these days, apart from living up here, is a pot of fresh coffee every morning.
We ran out of milk on monday evening and I couldn't be bothered going to the shop (OH can't find it even though there's only one road and it's at the other end of it

Oh my - have we paid today. I had to drag myself to the shop with the most dreadful headache and flu-like symptoms and rushed back batting neighbours out of the way to get my fix.
Anyway, after two pots of coffee and paracetamols (which we had to find - so rarely do we use them) we're both starting to feel human again.
I'm seriously thinking of doing a detox and staying off caffeine for good this time. But I do love my pot of fresh coffee - decaff just doesn't taste the same somehow.