Workmen from the construction site next door are using our building’s grounds to store goods that they can’t fit into their own area. The noise of all the packets being unloaded and dropped on to the ground is grating on me thud by thud. It’s more like a scuttle-thud.
Now that I’m posting pictures of every coffee I drink, I’ve started to be a little more aware of the cups so I chose a glass one. I want to get some glass latte cups like the ones at Friska and Harts. Today I’m using a glass cup I bought for my first flat in Colchester, the one with the crazy flatmate who I’m glad I’ll hopefully never have to, ever, see again.