Living up to expectations: in which I am unmasked as an erratic blogger and terrible coffee snob

As you can see I am far exceeding even my own expectations of erratic posts!
High(and low)lights of the last few post-less weeks include:

- Suffering a week and a half of debilitating flu. Lord help you all if I ever get anything serious: I am apparently incapable of suffering in quiet dignity.
- A wonderful weekend in Melbourne revisiting my favourite spots with my favourite people, drinking a lot of good coffee and talking about all the good coffee I had drunk, and remembering how amazing it is to be able to go dancing at a spot where you love all the music and everybody around you loves all the same music and that music isn't a cover band playing Jessie's Girl (which, contrary to how that sentence reads, I don't love).
- Work-sickday-work-sickday-work
- Finally, RECOVERY - upon which I become obnoxiously cheerful.
- An unexpected week in Nhulunbuy where, in contrast to my Melbourne visit, I drank some quite unexceptional coffee and my understanding of 'latte' and the cafe's understanding of 'latte' clashed considerably. Note to Crunch'n'Munch cafe staff: no matter how adamantly you try and convince me otherwise I know a latte is NOT a long black with an enormous pile of froth balanced on top, sprinkled with chocolate. And if I stir this concoction it will NOT, as you insist, miraculously become a latte. This is also not a cappuccino (or a cuppa-ccino, as they are so often called in the NT). Confusingly, I know you know this too because you have been serving me quite delicious lattes for the last 3 days.

Serves me right for being a persnickety bitch :)

I am looking forward to the very busy upcoming week - planned activities include a trip to Milingimbi for work, a trip to Timor Leste for fun and copious coffee consumption.