Coffee
Coffee. I drink much less of it these days, no more than three cups a day. The rest of the time I drink herbal teas, green teas, fruit teas, nettle teas, teas of all colours and aromas . But I am still a slave to coffee, I need my hit, I can't function without. When I try, it's like a window into the future, what I'll be like when my memory isn't what it was, how I'll cope when my coordination is completely lost, tottering around trying to make sense of a world where there is none. I was like that this morning. Lack of coffee caused me to forget to have coffee and I then attempted a number of tasks such as doing a load of washing, and changing the fuse wire on my lighting circuit (I don't have one of those fancy switch boxes like all the cool kids have these days). After a while of walking around the house like a bull in a china shop, getting increasingly frustrated with everything, wondering why nothing made sense, it hit me. Coffee. I need Coffee.
Why am I telling you all this? Well it's something to do while this batch of photos uploads to Flickr. I'm currently having a big sort out of my photos, there are a lot that have remained un-processed for months and months. In fact, some of the photos, such as this batch, date back a few years.
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