A nice cup of tea
I had one in a polystyrene cup. It was not nice.
I visited a lovely place on the harbour recently – picturesque, having a lovely moment with a friend.
Shall we have a nice cup of tea? Yes, let’s.
Oh, our disappointment. A nice cup of tea in a polystyrene cup. Why does it ruin it so? Note to self: will not taking my mother and father there.
I have gone on a bit, I admit, about the lovely weather. Well, it’s not so lovely anymore. It’s a tad chilly, but this is Fall and it’s all rather beautiful. There are even reports of snow on the mountains. I actually long to see a mountain – there is not a mountain or a hill or a hillock or a gentle incline anywhere in my near vicinity.
I am not all showbiz and fashion and sporty stuff, you know. I shall be taking an avid interest in the election, although I am well aware that it is not the done thing to talk about religion or politics to the host country inhabitants.
I have been asked for my UK perspective, however, and this is it.
If you have money and horses, you like Romney. If you have more socialist views and welcome people of different creed and colour, you like Obama. I like Obama (I also don’t have a lot of money or a horse).
Obama looked a little sad and dejected in the recent TV debate. He looked like he could do with a nice cup of tea (not in a polystyrene cup).
If you wanted to get absolutely trollied on free wine and beer, then the Highland Fair in October is the place to go. I’ve never seen so many free sampling stands. My husband gave it a good go. And pumpkins. Lots of pumpkins.
See, bloody loads of the things! Knobbly ones, green ones, yellow ones, willy-shaped ones. I never knew there were so many varieties of pumpkins. And now I do 🙂