This thread reminds me of a job i did maybe fifteen years ago.
Now, i love a Good coffee, have one every morning using a wee Dualit machine with Lavazza espresso beans. Yum.
I was on a job plastering this chaps chimney breast and Iām working away, spread spread spread, heās got a few chums round having a natter, then this smell of coffee wafts through to the room iām workin inā¦ dear gawd it smells divine, like really really good coffee.
So iām working away there, spread spread spread, and after a while he pops his head in and gives it: āThatās looking really good there Stewart, would you like a brew at all?ā āThatād be super, thank you, Iād love a coffee cheersā I says, smackin me lips in anticipation (I can still smell the Good Stuff on the ether).
5 mins later he comes in and hands me a mug of nescafe.
Git.