Onto other matters.

I tried to make capuccino the other day...without realizing that our milk had turned.

How many times did I attempt a capuccino? Four.

And each time the coffee tasted worse.

Finally, I exclaimed, "It's not me! It's the milk!"

L didn't quite believe me, we were well within the best before date.

I sniffed the jug and pronounced the milk rotten.

L said that you have to taste it to be sure.

I was sure confident in my estimation of the milk's non-freshness, but L still doubted.

So he took a swig.

Turning a shade of green, L spat the milk into the sink and I....I was vindicated.