I am easily satisfied. Even if probably a lot of my friends will tell differently, I am.
And tonight, after the weekly football match (by the way, having taken 3 paracetamol in the last 24 hours it's a clear indication that you will struggle during a football match, mark my words!), I sad down, saw my new thermos, that I bought less than a week ago, sitting on the table. There's tea in it, I knew it, because I prepared it at 5 pm. And it's 9:30 now... so probably the tea will be already cold.
IT. WAS. NOT.
Ah, that's a reason to have a life, after all... right there!
(Still enjoying the second cup, by the way, just before heading to bed...)