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Got called an anchor at work again. Probably taking it too nautically.
Hmmm…. maybe only really one cup.
I can get three cups from one heaped spoon of the white tea, but only two from the black it seems.
This smell and taste of this Assam tea evokes memories of bacon butties with my Grandpa Fred, endless pots of tea, talk and cigarettes around the religious cult kitchen table, and all-too-short break times at the summer job in the plastics factory.
English Teacher and Richard Hawley cover Joy Division on the radio, live Transmission.
Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!
To the radio!
I can get three cups from one heaped spoon of the white tea, but only two from the black it seems.
Little kid made the card at school and one of the parents handed out Happy Eid bags to the kids as they left for home.
Big kid has been eating porridge every morning for a few weeks, which means ten minutes of stirring the pan for me every morning. I don’t mind, I like doing it. So much so that I invested in a Scottish spoon this week to make it easier on my hand, wrist and arm.
Today, in a scene reminiscent of Andy and his carer in Little Britain, he jumped out of bed at 6:30 am ran into the kitchen and proceeded to slice a bagel in half, toast it and butter it all by himself.
