Coffee

The cons of living in a house is that the first floor is usually the bedrooms/computer room/bathroom/en suite bathroom floor. The pros of living in a house is that the ground floor consists of living space (which I have never understood as living is in taking a shower and also in sleeping), dining room, sitting room, spare toilet and a kitchen. There it is the magic word, kitchen. Now I usually care less for kitchens, sure, they look so nice in a showroom, or in one of my brother's apartments and houses, and they would look good in mine, so good that they probably would remain in pristine conditions. I do not own a Scavolini quite simply because I'd never know how to use it anyway. I do not have much culinary experience, and I am not interested in getting any sort of culinary experience, that's the Mister's job. But in the kitchen lies my beloved kettle, which is imperative for my addiction to coffee. My kitchen also houses a refrigerator which keeps my beloved Hagen-Daaz, but I don't feel like ice-cream right now, not even if it's in the Belgian Chocolate type. I want the coffee, I need it. I've had one, and I need another, but going downstairs to make it seems like such a big effort. When I used to live in an apartment it was much easier. No stairs to get the coffee. No stairs to get the ice-cream. No stairs to get anything. That is the beauty of apartments. But 80kg dogs do not go with apartments. Nor do six cats. They need air conditioning, and space to run around. I should have thought of it before, but in all honesty I'd do it all again. The love and sheer pleasure pets give is something which is worth going up and down the stairs for. Even if it's just for coffee. I'm off for one.