It is often said that January and February are the death months 

You are very cheerful this morning Anna 

You know what I mean people who you admire seem to pop off 

What are you getting at Anna 

You know where I am coming from 

In a way 

Why is it that the people you despise seem to live on 

I do not really despise many people unlike you 

That is splitting hairs Anna 

All I am saying is imagine my joy if I watched the news or lifted up a newspaper and found out that one of my pigs was hurtling rapidly towards Hell 

You are in one of your nothing moods Anna

I suppose I am 

Then take your eyes off of the abyss and pop down to the coffee shop with me

My treat

January is such a cruel month 

I know but coffee is the answer to everything