The good news is

I'm leaving UK territory two days early, this is to avoid the boarder peeps as they think its Tuesday.

 

Mrs TW got a coffee at the vending thing but I don't think its had coffee near it since 1914 so she informed the peeps behind the desk and a very nice South African chap made her a fresh mug from the staffroom suplys.
As she says if you don't ask you don't get.

 

Are you typing a halluciogenic episode you are having as it happens?

 

No that how the world is in my head, very normal I'd say.

 

Ah...

 

UK vending machine coffee tastes like silage and should be illegalised.

 

Is this the coffee shop you're at...?