Message from the Queen. To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II In light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for... Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 pm with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season. God Save the Queen
...when I say I sound young and daft. People shouldn't talk about feelings surely. Well, not if you're British anyway. Stiff upper lip and all that. [All this talk of britishness is making me crave crumpets... with butter... and a cup of tea... and the cup has to made of bone china.] I sound shallow. Which is hilarious, because that's not at all how anybody I actually know would describe me. The...
...stack of five books and get to the market to take over from my mum for the best part of my afternoon. I'd skip breakfast and nick something off the stall, but I'm incapable of resisting the lure of crumpets. =/ Obviously, with so many things to do, I have to procrastinate away a little more time by posting this entry... So yeah. On the market for a couple of hours, selling general baked good, then...
I hate to admit it, but this conversation actually just took place: Me: What are you doing? Stupid Husband: What? Me: Why are you taking a bag of frozen crumpets to the bathroom? SH: That's the stupidest question I've ever heard. Save me. Save me now.
Don't laugh. I am addicted to breakfast carbohydrates. Cereal, muffins, crumpets, toast: they're all little pieces of heaven, and a great deal of the time I have to metaphorically nail myself to the ground to stop myself from reaching for them. They're delicious. No doubt about it. Cereal is the greatest temptation; I've been known to eat whole boxes in a single day. So, in lieu of sprinting into...
... I mean when you can't even walk round the supermarket without being looked at like you just shat on their dog there's some kind of problem right?. So I'm like there ya know doing my thing buying crumpets (as usual, I don't eat them I just like the word...hehe crumpet ='D) it's like dungaree's only better!...what was I saying? oh yeah I was doing my thing...and I'm there like sizeing up the crumpets...
So, in the spirit of scientific experimentation, I decided to substitute buttered crumpets and strawberry jam for last night's cheesefest. This was the result. I dreamed I was on a beach, somewhere warm (maybe an island?) at night. The stars were out, and I was alone. I decided to go for a swim. The water was warm and very salty, and there was phosphorescence every time I moved. It was very striking...
...No. Doing homework? Yes. Doing housework? Yes. ...*sigh*... What a dull life I lead. (lol) Tomorrow is my mum's 36th birthday. We're gonna have a busy day. In the morning I'll make my mum tea and crumpets for breakfast. At 10am we are meting our friend Karen at 'Bruno's Truffles' in Mawson. At 11.30 we are going to mum's parents house for morning tea/lunch. After that we are going my mum's friend...
I've decided that since a very large portion of my English mark will be for creative writing, I should probably try and do more of it. So I've got a writing journal now (which should be quite regularly...sick, but at least it's over holidays instead of over school. Thanks, functioning & well timed immune system! This is a relevant icon; I'd murder for a crumpet right now. With butter and honey, mmm
... Did you know that Mother's day wasn't originally anything to do with mothers? It used to be the one day a year when servants were allowed the day off to spend with their families. On this day they used to go to the biggest church in the area and the church was called The Mother's Church. Hence Mother's day. I hate commercialisation. On the plus side, I have taramasalata and crackers. (& Crumpets)
