Nothing starts a Tuesday off like a wee trip to the Sorting Office. And when the package carries the mark of the US Postal Service the joy is palpable. Big packages or small, it's all good.
I don't buy from The States very often but when the stuff you seek can't be found here then it's over The Pond we go.
The contents were eagerly anticipated. The substance therein, my own personal Opium.
I tested a sample when I got to work. Pure, Grade A Caffiene. This stuff's the shit, man.
It kicks the arse of that Nescafe pish that I took with me last time out. I'm popping a few packets in the grub bag and then I'm away to check the MWIS.Credit to John Manning & Darren for the enlightenment. Bless you.
Update : It occurred to me that, apart from a photie and a brief mention in the comments, folk might not know what the hell I'm talking about. It is, of course, Java Juice. And I should also point out that they're rubbish at answering emails. Rubbish in the sense that they don't. At all.