Most mornings I make my way down our 63 Italian stairs to the kitchen where I collect coffee and breakfast which I carry on a tray back up those same 63 stairs so that Z and I can have breakfast in bed J However, today the Great Spill occurred on or about stair #11… the result was a lake of coffee!
And my little sister Lydle’s sudden appearance – “Can I help?” Aw, now that’s true love offering to mop the floor before 7am!
Thankfully, the situation was easily mastered and new coffee obtained for all!
1 comment:
=) Sweetest story! (except the part where the coffee dies. =( ) but for all good things a little coffee must be spilt. I think that's how the saying goes anyway. =)
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