Coffee anyone?

So ... it's four minutes to six in the morning. I'm in bed, a little unwell and off work. Not at my best but nothing serious. A text message arrives from the UK - a video or photograph - at 5.56 a.m. What matter of great import might be borne in this missive from home? Should one worry? Should one rise from one's sick bed in keen or fretful anticipation of news from the old country? Well ... no, it seems. My brother Joe Herd and Stephanie have arrived at their Trullo in the Itria Valley in southern Italy. Naturally, you put the coffee pot on the stove after a long journey, photograph it and send it to your brother in Australia ... at six o'clock in the morning!. Happy holidays Joe and Steph. It's minus 3 where we are. Minus effen three and still dark and I'm sick and awake, now. But other than that, lovely to hear from you Joe.