It's 2:00, time for my nap but the Cappuccino machine has been acting up and Mr. Cappuccino has come round to fix the valves.
I used to blog about my dreams, but I dream so seldom now that I've chosen instead to blog about the interruptions to my intended naps.
Mr. Cappuccino, he's surprisingly quick, figures the problem's a worn and leaky valve, replaces it, the Cappuccino machine is working perfect.
But he has to test it, and so makes me an espresso and has me taste it.
"The grind of the coffee is all wrong" he tells me, it's too coarse, it should be finer. The perfect espresso should take 18-23 seconds to pour.
And so he empties the coffee grinder, resets it, grinds another espresso, makes it and has me taste it. Thoughts of my nap are slowly evaporating like the steam from the espresso.
"Still too coarse..." he tells me "Should be finer. The grind of the coffee has to be set every day. You should adjust it depending on the weather outside. If it's wet or moist, grind it coarser. If it's dry grind it finer. Never grind more than you're going to use right away, the beans will oxidize once ground... think of it like a fine wine..."
He's passionate about his coffee. He empties the grinder again, resets it, grinds some more, makes me yet another espresso. "Perfect" he says, and has me taste it. He's proud of his coffee. "I make better coffee than the Italians".
He gives me some more tips regarding the maintenance of the machine, the service men always do, I make notes so I can share them with the staff; then he leaves.
3 espresso's and I'm ready for my nap.