Nothing better than the morning

Nothing better than the morning coffee.

Last night I awoke from the most perfect slumber to the oddest sound. I swear someone was vacuuming the road. It took me a few minutes to wake up properly and figure out what the sound actually was. I opened the blinds and there was nothing to see except an empty road. Closed the blinds and as I wandered off to the loo I heard one last vacuum and then the mightiest roar, like the mothership lifting off.

Last night’s Temptation Island was a ripper too – one guy who has now cheated on both his girlfriend and his temporary mistress has just made himself the most hated man in Australia. He turned his back on a penthouse pet, ran off with his drinking buddy for his ‘dream date’ and, we assume, will try and pretend nothing happened when he meets his girl over the final bonfire. Oh, it’s such addictive crap.

Buffy, meanwhile, just gets better and better. Jone the Vampire Slayer. Superb. Finally Tara grows a back bone, but not sure what will happen to her now, just as I get to like her.

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