Coffee

After school, every day since I can remember, my dad would come in and make a pot of coffee, have a cup and a biscuit and then get on with the rest of the day. Then when I got old enough to be home first I'd make the coffee, have a cup with him and then get on with whatever needed to be done. These days coming into the flat after all the crap of the day, putting on a cup of coffee, drinking it with a biscuit and then getting on with whatever jobs I need to do is the one thing that's keeping me sane. Because for those few minutes until my coffee pot's empty it's like being back at home, with my dadda having a cuppa to break up all the stuff that has to be done.