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My Kindle cover has nine cow stickers on it. Not because I like animals generally or cows specifically, but because when my husband and I were dating, he told me a story about a Nine Cow woman.

I’ve since read and heard many variations. In the interests of brevity I’ll give it to you in a few sentences (disclaimer… this is my interpretation. I could be wrong but please don’t tell me because I’m happy living with my illusion).

Have you ever completed a task at work,  , thinking you did it well, only to be told by your boss that you screwed it up?

High on the list of Things I Don’t Understand (just below People Who Drink Instant Coffee and slightly above People Who Don’t Like U2) is the fact that my mother doesn’t really like coffee.  She drinks cappuccino for the froth.

I’m a black coffee girl.  Years ago I was taught (read: brainwashed) by a Croatian barista that coffee should be black.  Good coffee, he said, is never bitter so does not need milk, sugar or syrups to make it palatable.

How many times have you been talking to your boss when their wireless rings and they grab for it wildly, have a short chat then back to you, only then to be diverted by another