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I love caramel macchiatos.
No, no, no, scratch that.

I fucking love caramel macchiatos. Make mine a venti.

Actually, now that I think about it, I spent last night making mine a venti on a very regular basis.



With rum.


This morning, while amazingly I'm not hungover, I'm dehydrated to the point that I feel like a small furry critter went to sleep in my
mouth last night (technically this morning) and I am lusting after a short stack of pancakes with maple syrup and bacon. Which you can't actually get
anywhere here.

The food at the restaurant last night was very good, but the service was appauling. When the plates were taken away after our main course, we were offered tea and coffee. We waited nearly 20 minutes for the dessert menu, and when we asked, we were told that we could have the menu, but they needed our table back in ten minutes. In other words, sod off.

So not impressed.

So we went to the pub for a couple of quiet drinks.I didn't realise that it was a late bar til they were kicking us out, and I glanced at the clock.

Oops.

I got to bed some time around four. Nope, not gonna get much in the way of work done today.

Well, apart from going to investigate the potential for food. I've got caffeine, sugar and dairy covered, so it's totally time to get salt, carbs and more carbs under control.

Have a great weekend everyone. Have a caramel macchiato.