I’m not sure if my need for morning espresso is for the caffeine or the ritual. In my half-asleep state, I pour the beans into my little grinder, which makes a very pleasing tinkling sound. I then hand-grind the perfect amount for one coffee. I tamp it into the coffee machine basket like Goldilocks – not too hard, not too soft – and then watch as the glorious brown liquid pours into my cup. I have a selection of pretty cups (because variety is enjoyable), but this green one I found in an op shop a couple of years ago is my favourite. The cup making contact with the saucer gives a pleasing clink and the smooth porcelain feels nice on my fingers and lips. An espresso is in itself a tiny pleasure, but the added delight of a lovely cup takes it to a whole other level.

Green, gold and white art nouveau espresso cup and saucer