Actual coffee. Made by SOMEONE ELSE.

Honestly, I can't even tell you how much of a highlight this was for the weekend just gone.

Well that's a lie. I can. I'm making a whole blog post about it, for Pete's sake.
Where did that come from? 'For Pete's sake'? Who is Pete? *Googles* Oooh St Pete. Or it could be a twist on 'for pity's sake'. There you go then. 

But the COFFEE. Admittedly, I started Saturday in a bloody great mood - I slept well, I woke up happy, and the weather was just brilliant. Clear and sunny and blossoms were out and birds were chirping and the world was contagious with happiness, not just Covid. (Too soon?)

I had been told about this place a couple of days prior by a fellow Aussie and had been wanting to try it out, so when better than the weekend?! Cameron didn't take much convincing (I say coffee, he says yes) so after breakfast, off we walked!

It took 20 minutes to get there and, as with all shops these days, there was a line out the front. Roots Fruits and Flowers not only does take away coffee but they're also a small grocery store that specialises in organic produce, freshly baked bread, flowers and deli-style foods. It's kinda amazing and I was only able to peer through the window.

We waited another 20 minutes, to both move through the line and then for Cameron to enter to join the takeaway coffee line in-store - only one person per household allowed, with a limit of five customers in the entire store. Another 5 minutes of waiting and then we were holding our beautiful, hot, perfectly brewed cappucino.

I am totally aware I'm talking this coffee up and that to anyone else it might have been too milky, not hot enough, not strong enough, etc, but right then, for me in that moment, it was perfect. The price was good (£2.50 for a regular coffee - which is $5AUD - in Glasgow is rare), it was an actual treat to go out and buy something that wasn't a grocery item, and it just made things feel NORMAL. And 4 weeks of things not feeling like normal....this was such a treat.

And that's all I have for you, folks. Lockdown is otherwise spent wistfully staring out of the window, realising how much I took for granted simple pleasures of going on public transport, window shopping, and having in-person conversations with people we don't live with. And now dreaming of next weekend, when we can repeat this adventure.