An extra hour in bed is no compensation for the dark mornings and evenings ahead. For me, the changing of the clocks at the weekend marks the start one of the most unwelcome weeks of the year.
Fortunately, I’ve stocked up on French-style coffee to help see me through. I always head to Sainsbury’s or Tesco when I need coffee.
There’s something about the blend and the roast that appeals to me. I like a strong, full-bodied coffee that reminds me of taking breakfast by the Seine or in a cool courtyard in the sunny south west.
I’ll never forget the first time I went to the US as a coffee-drinking adult. The popularity of TV shows such as Friends had me convinced that I was in for a treat at some Central Perk-style coffee shop. Oh, how wrong I was.
What seems to be served in the US is an extremely weak coffee – presumably so that café owners can afford to refill your cup constantly. I soon realised that I needed to order specially to get something worth drinking.
“I like a strong, full-bodied coffee that reminds me of taking breakfast by the Seine or in a courtyard in the south west”
This week, as I leave home at 6.30 to avoid the worst of the roadworks on the M23 on my way to work, I am glad of the caffeine swirling around within my system. When an hour-and-half commute starts taking more than two hours, you need all the help you can get.