Sometimes it is hard to say where it all began, but in this case we can safely say it all started with the convenience of three-in-one sachets, a retractable pen and a mobile phone in a pocket. Oh, and moving around. Lots of it. Which reminds me of the horror expressed by a dear friend during one of our 'conversations' at the number of items that occupy my pockets. Yes, I finally see the repercussions of having these many things in the pockets.
Anyway, to make a long story short (it wasn't very long to begin with), the retractable pen, unretracted, poked a hole in the sachet and there were bits of coffee powder, creamer and sweetener in my pocket which filled up every crevice of my mobile phone that I believe has suffered more beatings than the quiet kid at the playground ever has due to the fact that besides making calls/sending texts, it likes to fall down! Alot!
It's a strange feeling putting your hands into your pocket and feeling the coffee powder. It's as though you smashed some biscuits in there. A trip to the bathroom saw me turn out my pockets and wash them in the sink which then (about 10 minutes later) brought in so many ants in there that anyone would have thought there is a diabetic amongst us. And my mobile phone makes a crinkley crumbley noise when I press the buttons. Now as I sit here typing this, my pocket is almost clean. The remainder of the coffee in the pack had been made into a drink, and everywhere I turn smells like coffee. Thank goodness it's a nice kind of smell!