Saturday started off slowly, which is expected I suppose after the self inflicted happy hour from the night before (always a good, no great, idea at the time). I regret nothing. Luckily I wrangled my mum into checking out the Di Bella Coffee roasting warehouse with me to force me out of bed and shake me out of my funk first thing in the AM. It’s hard to get a better smell than freshly brewed coffee… it’s seriously one of my happy places.
After two hours chatting with mum I was feeling slightly more spritely and headed home to then find out I didn’t have my phone. To then have to drive all the way back to pick it up. One awkward exchange with the barista later, who was explaining and apologising that she wasn’t snooping through my phone but she had to do a bit of snooping to find a contact to call to say I had left my phone there, I felt like I’d made a new friend. Because once someone goes through you phone and knows all your secrets… you certainly don’t want them as an enemy.