299/365

Mooching around Melbourne town with the lovely Miss Nicholls, taking in Thai soup, rude postcards, rooftop bars, Metropolis, and coffee hunting.

231/365

Being woken up with a freshly made coffee brought to me in bed.

I need a butler, man. Or an obliging boyfriend. Or a coffee making robot. Any of the above, I'm not fussy.

108/365

Talking my mum into buying me another "guilt coffee" after she accidentally slammed my thumb in the car door yesterday... it doesn't hurt but it sure looks a mess!