Liquid-gold

It's Friday. And I've got to that stage in the fortnight where another coffee just won't do the job.

So I shall have to sacrifice the ceilidh I had hoped to attend tonight in favour of some sleep. Although I'm loath to do it, the people with whom I plan to spend the rest of the weekend will thank me for it. Or at least they'd not thank me if I didn't.

So yes. This one is a de-caff.