Wake up and smell the coffee

Vito’s just left for Naples and thereabout for a week on a business trip.  He normally leaves the house by 6.30 a.m. on a workday and today was no different.

I don’t usually get up when he does, but when he goes away I do so that we can have a cup of coffee together before he leaves. Fond farewells were taken, and we gave each other our last minute instructions … “make sure you drive carefully, call me when you get there” from me and on his side “don’t forget to close the shutters at night…”

Wheeling his case down the path, I heard him close the front gate behind him, and returned to the kitchen to make myself another cup of coffee to kick-start me into gear.  That’s when I remembered.  Flying to the front door, I called as loudly as I dared so as not to wake the neighbours …  “Vito, Vito, come back ..”

 “What is it?”

“You forgot to unscrew the coffee pot”.

It was he that made the coffee we shared earlier, and he does it every time. Screws the pot together so tightly with his Popeye muscles, that I spend an entire week trying to undo it, cursing like a navvy and going without coffee to boot. 

He followed me back into the house and I handed him the pot.  He turned it and it undid with a scrape and a slight pop!

“Easy!” he said.

“For you.”

So glad I caught him in time otherwise I’d have been sleep walking until next weekend.