Yule Logs
Yule Logs.
The wood delivery came this warm, sunny afternoon.
The wood man wanted cash; he dislikes checks I do not
blame him, why should he pay tax when the likes of
Starbuck pay almost none. I usually drink coffee at
the local café, but tried Starbuck´s once, coffee with milk
wasn´t enough, they kept talking about “latte” No, just
coffee with milk…please. A friend of mine, who has gone
to school, came over and sorted it out; what I got was
foamy and didn´t taste like coffee. I don´t think our wood
man drinks coffee there was faint smell of wine about him,
- it was after lunch-, police officers leave us alone here in
the deep, dark valleys of upland of Algarve.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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