I know today’s grey weather doesn’t merit a frapuccino(heck,
it snowed at 5 am and was British hot by 11 yesterday) but between adjusting to
a new job, packing and moving home and mother’s day this Sunday plus pretending
to forget the hubby’s birthday is next week, the heat is on and I needed one.
Not one made by me with a hope of getting a perfect blend of ice, coffee,
caramel, cream and hope it tastes awesome. This was made by a handsome barista
who winked and asked ‘what is your name hun?’ ‘Vesta’, I replied and he said
‘that is so beautiful’ (sigh) and wrote it on my coffee.
Makes it tastes better and I deserve this until my next
panic attack when I wonder where I packed the cutlery, because I need to eat!