minutes since I last looked at it. Longingly. Desperately. Woefully. But I know I mustn’t have it. Touch it. Smell it. Or even turn it on. Just one tiny flick of a switch or button and no one would ever know I consoled myself. Just one magical meeting of taste buds to liquid but it’s never to be. Not if I’m to finally get my hand sorted today. The ultrasound revealed that there was a foreign body still stuck inside and the surgeon rang yesterday afternoon to say it would be taken out at the local hospital under local or general anaesthetic depending on the depth of the object. General seems so drastic for such a tiny object I said, so I’ve been praying all night that whatever’s in there rise to the surface please!
And I’ve had to starve myself since midnight. Hence the longings of lust and passion for my coffee machine. You never know how badly you want something until you’ve been told you can’t have it. So hopefully it’s not for long my beautiful brown coffee beans. Ahhhh :-):-) yes I know. One crazy chick. That’s not going to change ,,:-). So here’s to keeping the faith. Getting thumbs sorted and staying out of the kitchen until temptation passes. Have a fab day.
And can you believe it’s June already?!