It's been a rough few days what with one thing and another. I feel very lucky to be able to spend time with some extraordinary people who give me perspective on my own life. Unfortunately, it's difficult to see past your own problems and emotions sometimes.
This morning I did my first proper piece of foam art. It's nothing special but I feel like it's another step in terms of my potential barista skills.
Small achievements are very important.
Just to remind you that I am still a scummy little punk I did lick the residual foam out of the mug and milk jug; (a) no dignity (b) I am not wasting good Bonsoy! shit's expensive.
P.S I gave up on coffee week. Wouldn't you if faced with endless Costa coffee?