There's not much to blog about at the moment, but last night I did place an order for some fine teas. Here's one of the prettiest:
These should arrive in the next couple of days and I'm very eager to try them. We last bought a stack of teas from Prague a few years ago but didn't get around to finishing them... Even our favourite 'Buddha's Tea', which we saved for special occasions, never made its last few pots. They all went stale and one apparently even 'fermented' ('changed' since this does not involve bubbles and so sounds worse than it is) from a green tea to red, which was very strange to realise. The remaining few just ended up tasting of nothing very much at all, but then again we really did stock up when we were there. The tearooms in Prague are my very favourite things - and bearing in mind that it's a very lovely city... apart from the food, that is - even better than the cheap, practically giving it away booze.
We've got back into tea this past week, as part of our go-healthy plan which I'm not allowed to call a diet - and are almost as excited about them arriving as if they were a crate of wine.
I was given this last week - for free!
The 'persuasion' part of the title of this post is by no means an attempt to plant it in your consciousness that you should:
a) buy it for me
or
b) give me one of your spare disks if you already have a Leopard family pack. wink
I was so, so close to blasting out tinny music from my headphones to my fellow commuters. Ooh I'll just have to wait a while. It's ever such a pretty little thing.
The diet started a few days ago. What it basically means is this: we eat very little in the evenings (filled pitta breads are the order of the day) and try to eat our main meal in the day time instead. Today, when on my way to the Gourmet Burger Kitchen (it's somehow part of the diet) I passed a shop that sold electronic weighing scales for £15.
Tomorrow morning, I will find out what I really weigh. I'm not looking forward to it.
A second sniffer has turned up near me. He's even louder than the first. Now while I fully appreciate that it's Winter and so some people have colds, I really don't think they should spend the entire time sniffing. They should blow their bloody noses!
This leads nicely onto my latest straw poll of similarly intolerant bloggers:
Sniffers: is slapping simply too good for them?
Yes
or
No
It seems that exploiting and extorting the Oink and Big Boy household has become very popular recently. First we were lumped with a £362 parking fine for accidentally parking in a spot for a whopping 35 minutes. Now there's proportion for you (we're fighting it), and now I've picked up the scans from my graduation photo to find that they haven't quite worked out. They have - for some reason - made my face all glowy and my hat with no definition just a splodge of black. So now in order to keep my family happy it appears I'm going to have to fork out another £60 for a few copies from the official photographer. ARGH.
On top of this, I'm feeling generally arsed off today. The people with tinny ipod speakers (two of them) on the train this morning annoyed me, being tired for no reason annoys me, the person who sounds like a moomin (I need a better analogy) on his mobile phone over there (*points*) that he's not meant to be using annoys me, and the person to my right who's sniffling is annoying me especially. I'm in a very arsey mood indeed. Oh great - now someone's started chatting to the sniffler. And she's got a stupid hat on.
Moo-dee!
I'm enjoying Crazy Cruise: http://defamer.com/344987/the-tom-cruise-indoctrination-video-scientologists-dont-want-you-to-see
If you could create your own National Holiday, what would it be and when?
Submitted by John M.
Obviously, my birthday. The entire country would celebrate, blow-up balloons and throw streamers, bake cakes, and give me lots of presents (particularly free wine and chocolate) in celebration of another year of my being on Earth. Better still, my birthday could be a world-wide holiday and I could - for the day each year - be treated as a demi-god. I could make rules - naming bread after my mother, for example, and insisting on renaming months and days (which could get confusing, I admit, if just for the day), building outdoor ice-rinks in the northern hemisphere (summer) and bbqs down south (Winter) and generally style myself as Saparmurat Niyazov, ex-president of Turkmenistan (without the torture etc). Just for the day. Which would be simply the coolest way to spend my birthday.
