Sunday morning and I’m completley out of coffee beans.
Managed to scrape together a plunger coffee this morning – not ideal, but better than nothing.
I had to break the bad news to the kids. “Kids? We have to go for a walk this morning. To the coffee shop to buy some more beans.””
I really have no idea why I bothered to continue past walk as as soon as I said the word, the “I don’t want to walk, I hate walking blah blah blah” started up.
Thus the need to explain things clearly and succinctly.
“Mummy has no coffee beans left. If Mummy gets up tomorrow morning and has no coffee, and has to function