24 February 2008

This week I'll be mostly showering alfresco

The lengths I go to for blog pic.
The title makes it sound more shocking than it is.

In our new house, the shower cubicle looks out of the bathroom window, which looks out of the front of the house, which isn't overlooked by anything else. So unlike any house I've ever lived in before, there's the very real and present possibility of leaving the window and blinds open, and being able to see and hear the great outdoors while showering.

Outside, the wind rustles through the trees. Southward in the distance the sun glints off of the sea. Nearby the sea birds can be heard. Eastward are fields where the Jersey cows graze.

The last paragraph makes it sound more romantic than it is.

In reality the wind in the trees can be heard only when the road noise quietens down. Southward, the sea is a tiny triangle of blue between a couple of trees - you have to know exactly where to look, and can't possibly see it if there's the vaguest hint of fog or mist. The birds are seagulls squawking noisily on the roof. Yes there are fields nearby, but with the road alongside the cows never come over this way, what with the racket from the traffic.

That last paragraph makes it sound more tedious than it is.

Even with the traffic and the fog and the seagulls, there's no better way to start the day.  If you're driving up to Five Oaks at 8am on a Saturday morning, best keep your eyes on the road when you pass our place.

17 February 2008

This week I'll be mostly hating Marmite

Love it? Hate it?
Marmite. You either love it or hate it. I fall into the category of people who love it. If we're having toast or crumpets, I have to have at least one slice with marmite on it. Yes, I'm a Marmite lover.

So for Valentine's Day this year Sarah got me a jar of Marmite. Not any old jar of Marmite, but a special jar. Not only with "I love you" on the front, but a new special recipe: 'Limited Edition Marmite with a Touch of Champagne'.

Now, if you're a Marmite hater, then you have probably just barfed all over your computer screen. However, if you're a Marmite lover, then you have probably just said "erm, right, I'm not quite sure about that".

I had some on my Saturday morning breakfast slice of toast. And, well, it was, erm, totally underwhelming, I'm afraid to say.  Kind of like Marmite, but with a hint of champagne. Call me a heathen, but I like my yeast extract spread as it comes.

Champagne in my Marmite? Er no thanks.