Caf-fiend or Caf-friend?
There are two types of coffee drinker, Caf-friends and Caf-fiends. Caf-friends enjoy the ritual of making a cup of coffee in the morning, they delight in the aroma and appreciate the flavour and when they’re done they happily go about their business. Caf-fiends would ideally take their coffee intravenously, they are not happy campers until they are functioning in a state of caffeine induced jitteriness, drinking vessels tend to be on the jumbo side of things and are skulled with impressive efficiency.
My wife is a self confessed, fully paid up member of the Caf-fiend Club. I tend to hide myself away in the morning until I hear the coffee machine whir into action and I know it’s safe to come out. Holidays only really start once it’s been established that there is a ready supply of coffee and we both did it tough for nine months of decaffeinated torture whilst Max was cooking. Whilst some people will view an onsite gym or car parking as an employee perk, Anna was wooed by the all singing all dancing coffee machine in her workplace.
I could tell something was wrong; the short answers, the lingering glare – was it our anniversary, had I not unpacked the dishwasher correctly, had I lost Max? It turned out that the work coffee machine had buckled under the strain of an office full of dependants. The coffee machine is the hub of the office, a place where gossip is exchanged, politics are tended to and of course cravings are cured.
Partly because I am a giving husband who wants nothing more than to make his wife happy and partly because she was starting to scare me I thought I’d surprise my lovely wife and her colleagues. Like a knight in shining armour, only in this case a Dad in a baggy t-shirt, I unplugged our Caffitaly coffee machine and marched all the way to her office, actually I got the tram it’s much easier than marching.
It’s hard not to look a little bit crazy when you walk into your wife’s workplace unannounced carrying a coffee machine under your arm but I did and by golly did I rack up some serious husband points. I could hear the whispers, I couldn’t make out what they were saying but in my head it was something like “Is that your husband? He is so kind and thoughtful”. They were probably saying “why does your husband have a coffee machine under his arm?”
Normality has resumed. I am no longer fear for my safety in my own house, Anna’s colleagues all think I’m a catch and I’ve got some karma points in the bag. The only slight snag is that I’m missing my morning coffee and am showing worrying signs of going from Caf-friend to Caf-fiend.
If you don’t have a pod coffee machine, I highly recommend the Caffitaly. It’s small, low maintenance and makes an excellent coffee, just like my son. Caffitaly coffee machines are available from Woolworths. If you’d like the chance to win one of two Caffitaly machines, just answer this question…
Tell me why you’re either a Caf-fiend or a Caf-friend?
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1. This giveaway is : Dad Down Under and Woolworths
2. To enter the entrant must comment in the comments section.
3. Tell me why you’re either a Caf-fiend or a Caf-friend
4. This competition is open to Australian entrants over 14 years of age.
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6. The prize for this competition is 1 of 2 Caffitaly coffee machines.
7. Competition opens 07.1.14 & closes midnight 14.01.14
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