Eggnog amused.

This is where the trouble starts, blog three of the day.

The first topic that came to mind was, and surprise surprise, love. And then like a thief in the night I had a brainwave…Eggnog! Let me explain.

Now getting out of bed in the morning has never really been too much of a challenge, the alarm goes off, followed by your brain going ‘Errrrg need more sleep’ and then you eventually lug yourself out of bed and voilá.

But sadly there is one slight difference this week. The weather is officially rubbish (again!) and the thought of queuing for the bus is about as exciting as depositing of cat sick, however, it does leave you with one comforting thought, Starbucks.

This is the one happy little moment that makes braving the cold all worth it, the grandé Eggnog Latté. In short, this is happiness in a little paper cup.

However, today there was no happiness, there wasn’t even any paper cup and there was definitely no smiley customer response. Oh yes, you’ve guessed it. They had run out of Eggnog.

To be honest I thought I had handled the situation quite well, and it wasn’t until the lady behind the counter looked terrified and sincerely apologetic ,that I released I hadn’t hidden my anger as well as I had hoped.

Jaw-dropping and furious I may have stormed out of the shop. I can’t quite remember, it was all a bit of a blur. This was the second Starbucks in 24 hours they had ‘allegedly’ run out of Eggnog, what was happening to Guildford?

Perhaps they have used the stock to grit the roads, but with the amount of aquaplaning going on I highly doubt that.

Either way, not amused. If things do not improve I may have to resort to making my own and let’s face it that will only end in a disaster or Salmonella. Most likely both!