Make it quick

The morning had been frantic. We drove to our nearest town for a new baby arrival card. Parking was a nightmare, it rained and while there we inevitably had to get some other things. By the time we got home I needed to relax... maybe.

“Let’s relax for a moment.” I suggested. “I’ll make us a coffee.”

“I can’t relax!” was her reply. “I’ve got to go help with Little H... it’s half-term.”

“Time enough for a coffee?” I enquired.

“Time’s tight, but I can manage a quick one.”

“A quick one? Really? So we’ll forget the coffee then?”