Some beans.

Delizie d'Italia, Lupus Street
Working from home today thanks to an ongoing cough but at least it gave me the opportunity to pop out at lunch for a breath of fresh air and restock with some of the best coffee beans in London.

Suddenly I find myself qualified to play Byron in Blackadder...

Shelley: Oh lovelorn ecstasy that is Mrs Miggins, wilt thou bring me one cup of the browned juices of that naughty bean we call coffee, ere I die?
Mrs Miggins: Oh, you've a way with words about you, Mr Shelley.
Byron: To hell with his fine talking; COFFEE, WOMAN! My consumption grows ever more acute and Coleridge's drugs are wearing off!

Grand stuff.