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 I’m working away, spread spread spread, he’s got a few chums round having a natter, then this smell of coffee wafts through to the room i’m workin in… dear gawd it smells divine, like really really good coffee.
So i’m working away there, spread spread spread, and after a while he pops his head in and gives it: “That’s looking really good there Stewart, would you like a brew at all?” “That’d be super, thank you, I’d love a coffee cheers” 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.