After lunch my other dear friend came in her pea-green car to take us back home, but before that I invited her for the best coffee I had in this town, to Derslaw Castle.
We had a good laugh, as we always do, but the coffee this time was a serious disappointment to me. It does puzzle me why it is so hard to get what you clearly ask for... I hate it when the milk is pumped into my coffee in the form of a foam (yeah, froth is the right word for it, I know) and I do like the coffee strong and hot, and the milk hot in a little jug so I could add it to my liking.
The journey home began soon and I could hardly keep my eyes open. However, I did register changes in the weather conditions: going north, we were entering the kingdom of winter:
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