This is my first attempt at blogging in colour. If I like it I may make the whole thing red. Or maybe green. Or perhaps purple.
Anyway, I want to talk about this.
Or more importantly, this. Or a version of it.
My aunt and uncle bought my mother one for Christmas and since the beans run out this month I’ve ground away like a kid in the workhouse.
But let me tell you, I got STYLE. You need just the right pressure, speed and angle to move the handle. I recommend a crouching position, or sitting on a chair.
It’s amazingly therapeutic, hearing those beans get crunched up like someone’s head under the wheel of a car.
I’m off to blog on Flyingtothestars. About Wolverine and Ghostbusters. Happy Monday.
Francesca's Thoughts 
I love the aroma that fills my nose when I’m grinding on me little, manual coffee grinder! So much better than the electronic ones! Wheres the fun in that. And how would we ever get our therapy?
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