Two of three weeks now since I stopped drinking my own home-roasted coffee. Since then, although I had the odd peely-wally effort locally, I hadn't anything I'd call real coffee. Yesterday morning, though, we rode to my favourite patisserie and I had a couple of decent espressos, and as I finished the second one my hands began to shake. Didn't sleep too well last night, either.
Quite amazed at the effect. Not going to do that again.