My Gran and Coffee

My Gran is here for her annual Christmas visit. I did not get a chance to see her this summer so decided to take a week off now for some quality time. Plus I have opted for a Sydney Christmas this year and will miss the family celebrations.

Must say she is indeed very pleasant company and I never cease to be amazed at how worldly she is. There are always new stories to tell, I love sharing bit of my life with her and always appreciate her advice.

We are spending a few days in London. The usual fare is West End musicals, but the Mozart Concert was only a few days back so we've skipped that part. What is always on the menu is coffee. I only started drinking coffee religiously about 4 years ago, until then different family members used to joke that I was adopted. The thing is, I come from a long line of coffee connoisseurs. Nana keeps that tradition well and alive. Despite high blood pressure - 'I take medicine for that' she says - there are always two coffees a day. Mum tried to wean her on to decaf a few years back and she would not have any of it.

I know, as long as there is quality coffee involved the day will be a success.

• Yesterday we had a late lunch at Gallipoli, followed by turkish coffee.
• This morning we made our way to the Monmouth Coffee Company at Borough Market. Flat white with a side of fresh cream truffle. Yum!
• Tomorrow I am thinking a mid morning latte at Ottolenghi