Coffee & Sex

The origin of coffee dates back to the ninth century and what was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder by the name of Kaldi.
The word "coffee" basically means "wine of the bean" and this addictive black magic brew has intoxicated and brought enjoyment to people all over the world. I am tempted to say that it is enjoyed more than sex and if you question this, then definitely more often than the pleasurable procreation participated in by millions.

The coffee bean was nibbled, crushed, burnt and finally boiled before it was lured into releasing its essence. It was used for medicinal purposes, aphrodisiac and taken during times of prayer before it eventually led to the first coffee shop being opened in Istanbul in the middle 1500's.
The first organised brothel however dates back to 5 BC and the Greeks are attributed with this honour.
Since then coffee shops and brothels have spread to all corners of the earth.
I must interrupt and raise a question if I may, what did people drink before Kaldi and his wandering herd of goats discovered the cocoon of caffeine. I can see the tea-drinkers bouncing up and down and clapping their hands with glee and Aunty Mildred stumbling into the room with a glass of Merlot and half its contents dribbling down her chin,
Yes Yes tea and wine have been around longer, but neither are as seductive or erotic as a roll under a duvet or a cuppachino. Sharing coffee with a friend is one of the 1.5 billion cups consumed a day, that is three times more than people making love to each other.

Just think of the different types of coffee, cuppachino, expresso, latte, mocha java, and you seem to have words so seductive that they will bring a blush to many a fair maiden.

So on that sexy note, Nite All

Cuppachino Dreams

I have made a cuppachino I would have killed for! It looked so pretty I wanted to kiss it. You ever wanted to kiss a cuppachino? Well I did! WOW

‎​it was like that moment when the Prince first lays eyes on the princess and the world slows down and the music stops playing. You could not hear an ant breathe

Mountains collided, waves crashed, nuns wept!

How do you top 'nuns weeping'?

My girls have just spent a week with me and despite the fact that Nicole wasn't well and I worked really hard, we had a good time. We chatted laughed, agreed and argued, feelings were hurt and comforting words were required, but this is life and it was good. The cuppachinos pretty much describe my girls in my life. You can't get too much of them, they are great even if they have no sugar and are cold. They are great any time of the day or night and when you have a cuppachino in your hand, you seem to forget about life and its burdens for a while.

When I kiss my girls on their brow, I feel as if I am telling them in some unspeakable language that I am there, that I care, that they mean more than everything else and that kiss is a promise that I will never stop loving them. Ever.

In case the coffee concubines kidnap me tonight and whisk me off to wherever it is they take people, have an really groovy tomorrow and stop for a cup of coffee.

Spend a little time forgetting about your problems, your concerns, your debt, how you are going to pay the bond. Just close your eyes and smile and say 'thank you' for what you have.

Tonight I am alone again, it isn't nice but I had seven great nights.

Good nite

A Ray of Saturday

I have no idea of what to say as an opening line so let's just forget the formalities and get straight down to it. No razor blades tonight, but a glass of wine will suffice.

Last night (Friday night) I was in bed at about 7, had a heavier dose of sleep fairy dust, and yes Brad they do crush real fairies to make it, and promply passed out. I awoke once. Went back to sleep after a mug of coffee and some lemon creams and awoke to the sound of my phone ringing excitedly. It only rings excitedly on the weekend as these are normally happy calls from those that love and care for me.

I groggily answered and it was D wanting to know if I was ready for breakfast, I asked for a token 15 minutes and met her and we walked to Smau's in Dunvegan, cuppachinos, breakfast and D's sister popped in and had a red cuppachino (rooibos tea and froth) which looked like a male ballet dancer, nice from far, but what do you stare at if he is standing in front of you.

After breakfast I met Nicole and Simon at the hairdresser and Nicoles hair looked stunning, she had cut it short and it looked so cute. Simon gave me a big hug, I collected Nicole and off it was to the HCC kite day, famous for its complete lack of wind! She wanted to see some old school friends and I was her transport of choice.

I need the opinion of our female friends please, I gave a friend some flowers today, no big deal. However instead of cut flowers I gave her potted flowers. Cool? Not cool? Irrelevant?

Afternoon braai and some test rugby with friends, then home for a bath and now here I am.

I will have the heavier dose again of the fairy compacted dust tonight so that I can reach dreamland quicker and not delay my search for my damsel in dedress and skip merrily through the sand as we watch the ocean do a Mexican wave for us.

It was a good day and even though I feel a little sadness as I lie on my bed, I am satisfied and will keep this day. Missed my chat with Super C today, that is a little sad, but hey even superheroes need the occasional day off.

Good Night all