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    I was feeling in need of a drink on the way home so I stopped at
    <cite>Ritazza</cite>, the micro-coffee shop on platform 1 at East Croydon
    station.  Ordered a double expresso and whilst the smiling man was making it
    the honey flapjacks were calling to me... so I got one of those too.  Then
    it started to get all weird.
  </p>
  <p>
    The flapjack is made from oats, syrup, butter, sugar and honey.  You know --
    like you'd do at home -- but nothing like what you get in the shops usually.
    This cheered me up no end (being partial to a good flapjack[1]), and indeed
    it was lovely, until I noticed my coffee...
  </p>
  <p>
    It's <em>perfect</em>.  Good temperature, a solid crema, and nicely strong.
    The only downside is that it comes in a whacking great paper cup, but I'm
    sure I'll live with that.  I've a feeling this could be the end of me...
  </p>
  <p>
    <small>
      [1] Of course true "good" flapjacks don't have chocolate bits, fruit bits,
      sugared bits or any other bits added, nor have they been dipped in another
      of the above.
    </small>
  </p>
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