Coffee. I think I am addicted. It's the caffeine I suppose. It's a psychoactive stimulant you know.
I have my first cup at about six in the morning. I go downstairs and make one for meself and Liz. The kettle is on the opposite side of the kitchen to the fridge and I stand there whilst the kettle is boiling and work out where I need to go in the kitchen and how I can do it in the least number of passes across the kitchen floor.
If, however, I carry the cups to the side where the fridge is then it is only three passes: one to the fridge with the cups, one to the sink to put the spoon in the wash and one back to the cups.
If I carried the cups to the sink with the spoon, I could do it in two. I'll give that a go tomorrow.
What a thing to think about at a quarter to six in the morning.
Twenty four and a quarter, that's this weeks magic number.
I'll not tell you why, but it is this week.
I did it in two this morning, having wrote the above last night. Did it by carrying the cups to the fridge, pouring the milk then carrying the cups to the sink with the spoon.
Tomorrow I think I'll throw the spoon to the fridge, so that'll be a one.
I won a bid on ebay on Sunday, the complete Soulwax / 2Many Djs collection. My winning bid was £14.99, plus £1 post and packing, that's £16 for over 40hrs of music. It's not come yet and I'm starting to think I got ripped off. Mind you, it did say three to four days delivery time, so I'll wait until the weekend before I kick up a fuss.
The weekly pilgrimage to Glasgow tomorrow, so I'll be typing with a Scottish accent tomorrow night.