Does anyone else make themselves cups of tea, get caught-up doing something else that may or may not involve working, suddenly remember that they made a cup of tea, realise that it's now luke-warm, but drink it anyway?
I don't remember what it's like to drink hot tea...
|Hot tea, macaroons, pear tart, latte and cookies at The French Fancies, Edinburgh.|
Yep, this was all just for the 2 of us.
Just a little insight into my daily life. It's really thrilling, isn't it?
Soooooo. It's raining again.
I know, I have a truly absorbing obsession with documenting the weather, but hey, I'm British English by birth, actually, but let's not split hairs.
It started raining as I dropped DPB to the airport yesterday.
Pathetic fallacy or what?
True story: I was pretty sure I knew what pathetic fallacy was - er, thanks, Ph.D. in English Lit. - but I looked it up in my Dictionary of Literary Terms anyway. Turns out I was right. Phew.
So yes, the sky is crying because I am sad. Lordy, surely that has to win a prize for most self-absorbed sentence EVER? Don't answer that...
Question: how sad would you have to be for it to rain this much?
Oh well, it was still my most major sporting achievement to date.
|Lord's, eat your heart out.|
|There was some serious competitive sandcastle building going on.|
Two of my most favourite hot chocolates ever:
|It's lucky I don't let strange looks from people put me off taking photos of my drinks.|