Drinking Russian Caravan tea!

Doesn't making the bed make everything better. You know those things that you have to do every day, but don't really have to? Like eating a specific cereal each morning or making sure something is parallel to something else before you can fully feel everything is ok. Well, for us it's making the bed. We feel approximately seventeen and a half times better post making the bed than we do pre making it. It hasn't reached obsessive yet, but unlike smoking, is more harmlessly habitual. 

We feel similarly happier after smelling the tea bag tin before our first cup of tea of the day and neatening any rectangles into piles (mainly paper and magazines). These are our action equivalent of a safety/comfort blanket. If we leave the house without doing any of these things, a grey cloud of doom follows us around all day until we can get back to rectify the situation. On saying this out loud we feel compelled to perhaps reduce the importance of these minor tasks somewhat. However, we are now living a long way from home, so comfort blankets are pretty much a necessity.

Wow, that's the first time we have spelt parallel (there was the second) right first time! Usually the obnoxious (yet helpful) red dotted line appears and we have to spell check. And on that note we are off to errrm, spell check.

(No smokers were judged in this blog, we will never judge, only encourage you to eat).

Do you ever catch yourself thinking about something and then think maybe we've been pondering over that a little too long? We do it far too often. The very fact we're writing about it means it's had a worrying amount of time spent on it. You're probably thinking what it was playing on our minds earlier in the day. Well, here goes...rectangular or round biscuits - which is better for dunking in your tea then eating?

If decided, this answer will not change the world in any way, but meaningless daydreams and thoughts are our forte. So there. Back to it. We have decided on the following (feel free to copy and paste for future reference): Rectangular biscuits are much easier to dunk as they fit in as far as you want them to, then biting them or popping them in your mouth is a straight forward task. The round biscuit however is a totally different ball game (we're talking big round biscuits here, smaller round biscuits to the back of the queue please). If you do manage to fully dunk your circular treat, then it is much more of a challenge to get it all in your mouth. There is much more of a risk of biscuit breakage and it falling into your tea to be forever lost. Therefore, we have concluded that the bigger the challenge, the more satisfying the treat.

Round biscuits win. Hooray for them! We will endeavour to post much more meaningful musings in future.  

Firstly, happy new year! Hope it was firework filled and there were no disappointing anti-climaxes. We are still yawning from ours, therefore it must have been a super duper start to the year. Same resolution as every year...enjoy more and worry less. Surely 2010 is the year to do this whole-heartedly. We shall see, we're not too worried about it to be honest. 

Anyways, we have a new blog for you to take a peek at... http://thisisskeleton.blogspot.com. It has what we love in a blog - bits of pondering, dissecting and a wonderful way with words. So kids, check it out!

And if your new years resolution is to lose weight, please re-think. There's more of you to love. 

We love Zooey Deschanel...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdzOkuIqnR8

 xxx

A...a...a...a...a...aaaaa...aaaaaaaaaaaa...TISHOO! One of the best feelings of relief we think. (We didn't forget to catch it or bin it, but how do you really know if you killed it? We decided not to check).

We don't stride or power walk or run. We like to stroll, walk slow and sometimes dawdle. Get over it. If you're in a rush, then bloody well overtake us! Jeeeez! Was there really any need for a massive huff, a sigh or a shove?! We think not. Calm down. You see that space next to us on the pavement? Well. take a step towards it and walk past. We won't bite you or push you into the road, however, blatant acts of appaulling manners may result in the previously mentioned.

Yes...we may have got out of the wrong side of bed this morning.

Sometimes, even though it's wrong, it's fun to be naughty. Or cheeky. Or mischievous. As long as no real harm comes to anyone and nobody gets put in jail, go and feel the good kind of guilt. The kind where you keep giggling until your stomach hurts and you almost want to get told off. Please don't tell us off though. We promise to be good next blog! Yes, yes...we've learnt our lesson.

Don't you love those moments we have just to ourselves? Where it's impossible to do anything work or stress related, and everything-else can be blocked out. Like train journeys. Where all you have is a jam sandwich to enjoy or your ipod to listen to. You've forgotten your work, so you cant do anything other than exactly what you really want to do and not what you should or need to do. Why? Because you're on a train remember! Or smaller moments. Like today, at the hand dryer. We had washed our hands, and were at the hand dryer, drying our hands, thinking this is wonderful! There's nothing else we can do now but dry our hands, so for approximately two minutes we could daydream to ourselves, guilt free. I think it's what benches were made for...but more of that another time.

It's important to have these totally self-indulgent, guilt-free moments. Whatever or wherever they are, you can be you. Think, say, write, read, eat, do whatever you please. Even if it's only briefly whilst drying your hands. We thought about what to eat for our dinner and to remember to re-tell you all these thoughts (we had tomato and basil soup and toast followed by two fondant fancies by the way).

Their happy place...

We love it when we find things that we think have been made for one-another, like today when we had a coconut and raspberry cake square. We've had one before, but today sat and thought, god, this is goooood. Cheese and marmite, cold feet and microwaved socks, crumbles and custard, cheeky smiles and winks, pencil crayons, paper and long afternoons, faces and loving kisses...you get the jist. This list is endless! We also love lists, if somebody says make a list of, well, whatever really, we get a bit fidgety with excitment. We were made for list making. Well, simple things and all that.

More apologies folks for lack of wittering! It's been one of those weeks where you think it's going to be a quiet one watching T.V. that rots the mind...but then wonderful presents arrive in the shape of people, places and parties! When we have settled down to watch something however, it's been Marie Antoinette...about 8 times in the past few weeks. We cannot stop watching it for a little escapism and the excellent soundtrack. After discovering Bow wow wow and their versions of "fools rush in" and "I want candy", we have an extra spring in our step and wiggle in our dance! It's a late discovery, but we love it! All the cakes, fabric and shoes of Versailles have pocketed themselves in our brain. We are humming the soundtrack as we write. If you haven't seen it, we are giving you a strong recommendation. Anywho, you get the idea.

 There have been rumours of more balloon sightings but no pics, so no proof! We did get a note from one pursuing it's journey to fame. It's going to audition for BB10 and Shipwrecked 2009...watch this balloon filled space!