The Call of the Coffee
Returning from the toilets, deep in the thought, automatic mode kicked in. I was in the kitchen before I knew it, pressing two little buttons on the machine, grabbing the resulting beverage and returning to my desk. It was an action purely instinctive and born of habit.
Only when I was about to put the cup of coffee to my lips, I realised what was happening. Oh no, you foul concoction. You don’t win that easily. My lips are sealed, thou shalt not pass, you will not collect £200. I shall not drink coffee again. I took the coffee back to the kitchen and poured it down the sink.
It is so tempting, but even more reason for me not to even have one. Headaches for two weeks, that was the result of “my coffee addiction”:http://www.dellah.com/orient/2003/02/25/coffee.shtml. Not much of a cold turkey, I admit, but my addition was a subtle affection.