fake it! Or, at least, get a ready-made version. Today I sat down to have some coffee, happy that my boy was rather content to play by himself. Also, at this age of his it’s not potentially dangerous anymore for me to have a cup on the table and even arrange it on some kind of … well… something nice. I even splurged on some biscuits. And just before the first sip of my coffee I glanced down on my pretty arrangement and it struck me: my mug rug was a heat pad from IKEA (in fact, bought straight away to serve as a mug rug!), my butter biscuits from a supermarket contained, oh jeez, 13% butter, and my coffee was of the instant variety. One thing was genuine, though: my pleasure.
