That was my 4th year in London living in a shared house, obviously – like everybody else who didn’t inherit a house nor worked in a very highly paid sector…

Anyway, one day I just arrived home from Westfield when I found a stranger guy in our kitchen – he was one of my housemate’s friend. They were talking, minding their business when my housemate asked his friend if he wanted a coffee. Simple question when you try to be a good host. However, he only had coffee but no sugar nor milk…

So I offered to make the actual coffee and apparently it was good enough for him to come back the next day as well.

And here we are, 9 years later with our 4 and 3/4 years old daughter, living in our own house 🙂