Me, enjoying coffee?

I have a confession of some sort to make: I enjoyed coffee last Sunday. Cappuccino, Lavazza coffee, to be more precise. Yes, it happens sometimes, but it is rare enough to make me slightly worried. We went to John Lewis and there was demonstrations of coffee machines, we tried an "authentic Itaaaalian coffee," as the Italian presenter (should she be called a promoter?) said, from one of the machines. I don't know much about Lavazza, except that it is the coffee they serve at Wetherspoon, I certainly don't know how authentically Italian it is. But the Lavazza cappuccino was surprisingly drinkable. I might be turning mad.