Life can be cruel . . . but at least there's coffee?

The washing machine blew up.
The hot water service blew up.
Childcare fees went up.
The rates are due.

Oh, and did I mention that we had to pay the tenth of about five hundred instalments for an operation on our cat - and he's dead?!!!  

But at least there's my morning coffee at the cafe across the road from work. Well . . . only if you have some SPARE CHANGE!!!
There are a few times during the year I actually contemplate an instant coffee. Today was one of those times. I consoled myself that at least there would be an Arrowroot biscuit in the tub to dunk into my cup of poison a la morning tiramisu style. NUP!! Not even a solitary bleedin' Arrowroot. Seriously . . .
I do have a secret indulgence, however, that saved me from the cruel fact that I am penniless. I did have one PROPER coffee this morning.
I always buy a bag of freshly ground Columbian blend from McIvers in the Queen Vic Market that usually lasts me a month (just enough from paycheck to paycheck). And my secret weapon - an ASCASO coffee machine from my dear neighbour. For some unknown reason he chooses to chug down the instant goo in favour of the real stuff and passed this little silver beauty on to me. Thank you, Gary!
So . . . bottoms up to neighbourly charity and Columbian blend.
(And thank God it's fruit day at school tomorrow - my cupboards are bare!)