...for the perfect espresso... (part nine)

I've been lucky of late in that I've tasted some very fine coffee. However I'm not sure whether the global standard of coffee-making is on the rise or my own standards are in steep decline. To be truthful I feel convinced that neither of these are in fact the case, and the net result has proved to be one of great pleasure to me.

For many years now coffee has been my constant companion. Wherever it was served, you'd find me present.

I've realised I won't find life's answers at the bottom of a demitasse, instead I'll discover all the reasons for being alive by looking beyond the rim of the cup and across to my companion.

When the book of my life is written, it will be measured not in the number of cups of coffee I have drunk, but instead through the quality of the company in which I consumed them.