Costa Junkie

It used to be that I would do something outlandish with my weekends but these days I seem to have a burning desire for the sedate. Take Saturday for example. The sixth day of the week has become my day to take control of the child and do whatever I see fit which is great as it means I get to spend quality time with the little cherub and my good woman gets a chance to put her feet up and enjoy a well deserved break from child rearing. Once I've managed to get myself out of bed (which is easier these days as my idea of a wild Friday night is playing Xbox until 11:00) I strap little 'un into her car seat and away we go to the nearest Costa.

I order a chicken and bacon sandwich and a medium size Latte (I can't figure out what the official Costa term is for medium - grande, midi or some other fancy foreign word.) and sit down at my favourite table which is located at the rear of the establishment. This table is always empty so I like to think that it is my own personal spot that only gets used when I turn up. For the rest of the week I like to think it is roped off, reserved for their favourite customer should he happen to pop in. This has led me to wonder whether I have become a "Norm from Cheers" type of character.

I find a newspaper (preferably not a red-top one as I like to spend more than 5 minutes reading it from cover to cover) and settle in for the next hour. One advantage of having to push a pram around is that my order is brought to my table rather than having to wait in line. During this she will be sleeping like a, well, baby and doesn't wake up for at least an hour. Maybe it's something to do with the coffee aroma.

Sundays are reserved for all three of us to do something together and yesterday was no exception. First stop was the swimming pool where I was surprised to find that Little angel didn't cry when repeatedly dunked under the water. Instead she looked at us as if to say, "is that all you got?".

Once we had dried off I was again adamant that we should go back to Costa. Similarly to smoking I can always find a reason for a medium Latte in my favourite spot. If someone wanted to shoot me I'm sure they would have no problems tracking me down on a weekend.