Tuesday, May 20, 2008 1:18:12 PM
tea, annoyances, biscuits, life's little
Today at work, the age-old discussion arose about which type of biscuit is the best. Someone made the (quite frankly) preposterous suggestion that Nice biscuits are worthy of the title. This is incorrect, and the only award Nice biscuits can possibly be eligible for is the "World's Most Inappropriately Named Biscuit", which I'm sure it would win hands-down.
The best biscuit is of course the Malted Milk.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008 9:22:13 AM
annoyances, mug, tea, life's little
I had a bit of a traumatic Easter weekend. On Saturday, I was making a delicious cup of tea, and I broke my mug. This may not sound particularly distressing, but it was my mug. My special mug. A mug that's been with me for 8 years. It was the perfect mug, and it held the perfect amount of tea: not too much, not too little. I've fought countless battles to keep my mug, convincing Wifety that it did match the new mugs we got for our wedding (even though it really didn't). It survived three house moves, and the great mug clear-out of 2006. It was like an old friend; a constant in a crazy world.
Now it is no more. It cannot be repaired, and will never be replaced. As it happens, I got a new mug on Sunday, as part of a Doctor Who Easter egg. It's not the same, however, and holds less tea than my old mug (and yes, I was sad enough to measure the volume). It has got Daleks on it, which is good, but early signs show that it will not be up to the task of replacing the mug.
My Opera
