Surprise Tea

During the show Extended Play Stories – part of Fringeworld – I heard tell of something new.  Something delightful.  Something I immediately resolved to do.

I love a cup of tea and drink at least 2-3 cups a day.  I always have English Breakfast.  Twinings. Which I buy only when on special, in large quantities.  No milk.  No sugar.

English Breakfast Tea

So when the storyteller started telling us about Surprise Tea I was immediately intrigued.

Surprise Tea is when you’re asked “Do you want a cuppa?”  And you say “yes”.  And then they say “What kind?” You say “Surprise Tea”.

Sometimes people will say “How about English Breakfast?” and then you say… “No… it’s not a surprise anymore.” And you might pout a little.

Sometimes people get completely freaked out.  What will their choice say about what they think about you?  Will they reveal how little they know about you?  Or how much?

How delicious!

And then of course you can’t complain of their choice because of course, you asked to be surprised.

As Shona was telling her story I started to wonder how that would work at my place.  I really only have the one type of tea.

It won’t be a surprise to anyone to get English Breakfast.

So today I went out and bought some more teas.

tea collection

So go on.  I dare you.  I double dare you.

Ask me for Surprise Tea.

I’m ready.

Yes day


Today West Australians go to the polls to vote for or against daylight saving.

It’s a beautiful morning. The sky is blue, there’s no wind. It’s tee-shirt weather.

You don’t get mornings like this in summer. Or at least you do… but only if you get up REALLY early.

Of course if you have Daylight Saving you can get up a little later and still enjoy the morning before it gets too hot, but the chances of that happening in this referendum are slim.

Enjoy your mornings while you can peeps.

It’s an argument I’m surprised the Yes campaign haven’t latched onto.

I first heard it on the radio.

An elderly woman rang up and I was expecting the full-on No rant and instead she said that she liked Daylight Saving because it meant it was cool enough for her to walk to her shops in the morning.

She didn’t drive and in a non-daylight saving summer she normally relied on friends and family to drive her as it was too hot to walk. She didn’t like to shop in the evening as she was concerned about her safety in the near-dark and anyway the shops weren’t open! (another referendum fail)

I hope she’s got a lot of friends because she’ll probably need them next summer.

We thought on arrival at our polling place this morning at about 9.30 that we’d got the wrong place.

There were no streamers, no posters… just the sign you see above.

As we left the Yes supporters showed up.

Maybe the Nos slept in?


Bogan Pride

There seems to be an increasing trend for Australian motorists to attach Aussie flags to their cars on the Australia Day Long Weekend.

The fashion seems to be either two flags poking proudly up from the front or back windows or perhaps one wagging like a friendly dog’s tail off the back aerial.

Occassionally you’ll see a very patriotic sort with both and perhaps even a full sized flag, creating quite a bit of drag I would think (flag drag?), but that’s usually only if towing a trailer or boat.

I confess I’m not sure how I feel about all this wrapping oneself up in the flag business.

I’m all for a bit of national pride – a bit of “aren’t we lucky to be living in such a great place” fervour – and in the past even toyed with the idea of an Aussie flag bikini, although it’s true, not recently.

I quite like the idea of a big fireworks display in the middle of fire season, not that I can bear the day long picnic that goes with it.

The Australia Day Awards bring a tear to my eye and frankly I’d rather be Australian than anything else.

This flag waving thing, it’s tribal isn’t it?

And who is in this club? 

From my observations – white Australians.

Are we turning Australia Day into White Australia Day?

When does pride in one’s country cross the line to redneck jingoism… bogan pride?

Or worse… racism?

Tinsel free zone

Seems to me you can divide the world into those who like tinsel and those who don’t.  At work our office is tinselled to the max.  

It is everywhere.  along the partitions between desks, around whiteboards and pin-up boards, hanging from the ceiling and framing doorways.

So my home has become a tinsel-free zone.

Since Groover bought the plastic monster tree we’ve had this tradition of every year going out and buying an ornament each for the tree.

We’ve had everything from neon blue lit-up dolphins to stars that like a chameleon disappear into the tree.

It’s a free choice (as long as they don’t pick tinsel).

This year we went wooden and bought a set of tiny wooden decorations rather than four big decorations.  I think they look sweet.

So which camp do you fall into – are you tinsel or tinsel free?

White lights or coloured lights?

Whatever your preference I wish you a Merry Christmas from downunder where the temperature today will be 26C and fine.

Now… where’s that coffee?

Vision boards and horses

I’m not a great fan of Oprah but my mum is, and not long ago she insisted we sit down and watch an episode in which Oprah advocated vision boards.

On these boards you put pictures of things you want to happen in your life. It’s like an extension of The Secret.

Today I decided to take a photo of a block that Groover and I have lusted after for about twenty years. We drive by it and say – that’s our block. So far it hasn’t manifested for us probably because we don’t have the multi-million dollar savings plan required to buy it.

But why should financial reality get in the way of a dream?

This my friends is OUR BLOCK!

Not a bad view huh?

In walking around the suburb I came across this:

What the?

Some kind of creative visualisation maybe?

I’m guessing the residents of this house like horses.

Where is my billionaire?

Today it’s a bit of a bits and bobs post…

I learned that 62% of billionaires marry brunettes. Where’s mine? Or are you not telling me something Groover?

Groover's 40th

I had some fun live blogging while on radio… someone was sick and I got to play!

I’m loving Angela’s Ashes. I thought it would be depressing but in fact I find it inspiring.

And I’m thinking about doing this. Just thinking mind…

Easter salutations

It is with some trepidation that I wish you all a Happy Easter.

The last time I politely wished a lovely old lady Happy Easter, she snappishly returned:

“Don’t say that to me! Don’t you know what happened on Good Friday? There’s nothing happy in that!”

I was too taken aback to say another word and today – two years later – think twice before wishing anyone happy Easter before Sunday.

Well, except for people I know… like you… 🙂

I hope you have a great weekend whatever you get up to. It’s a great chance to catch up with family and friends and relax.

Barack Obama v Matt Santos

Obama and wife west wing

If you’re looking for something to pod over the weekend and you’re a West Wing fan – Gerry Ryan has done an interview with someone who wrote for the series on the similarities between Matt Santos and Barack Obama.

Eliattie is A Writer And Producer Of West Wing – He Discusses The Final Seasons Of The West Wing.

A genuine question to Christians

This video is the second most watched comedy clip from Rowan Atkinson on Youtube.

And I’m wondering – if you’re Christian – is it offensive?

My opinion – and I wouldn’t call myself religious – that it isn’t. But then again, would I say the same about a similar sketch based on the Koran? I’m not sure.

Please let me know what you think in comments.

The demise of the real Christmas Tree

Christmas 2005I’ve been running this little poll on the left hand side there about the type of Christmas Tree we choose for our homes and I’m surprised by the early results.

So far everyone has said they have a fake tree that looks real and I confess so do we.

I never used to. I always insisted on a live tree in a pot which I kept outside all year and brought in. The last one of these we used was an Albany Woolly Bush which have lovely soft leaves.

We also used a conifer in years past, now retired to the front garden.

In Broome, I had a ficus.

When I grew up I can remember we either had the carefully tended potted tree or one of those YMCA cut trees which slowly died and dropped it’s needles but smelled fantastic.

About four years ago, Groover went out and bought an enormous “real looking” fake Christmas tree and we’ve been using that ever since. It’s about 8 feet tall and lives most of the year in a large box in the back room.

It looks fantastic, creates much less mess, and I suppose is “green” in that I’m not killing a tree. However, a small part of me laments the lack of a real tree.

What do you do?

Trick or treating – do you let your kids beg for lollies

We don’t normally do the Halloween thing apart from making sure there are some lollies in the house just in case kids come a knocking.

Our kids don’t really do it mainly because of the apathy of their parents who frankly could care less…

The only ‘encounter’ we’ve really had is when Groover hit the security panic button (which called the cops) when he saw some teenage youths lurking around his car out the front.

Turned out they were trick and treaters throwing eggs at each other.

He was impressed with the quick attention of the police officers though rather embarrassed when they arrived. Teehee.

This year Junior Poshi is very keen to dress up and pester the neighbour for sweets. Her friend’s mum has offered to take her with them and well… okay then. Not that we need the hyper-results of all that sugar not to mention the dental bills (bah humbug!).

And this year our street has become organised… this arrived yesterday for our consideration:

Dear Neighbour,

As I’m sure you are aware Halloween is upon us once again much to the lolly-makers delight…

In order to bring some semblance of order to the ritual begging that takes place on this most auspicious of occasions, we thought it might be an idea to give everyone an option ot opt-in or opt-out of being disturbed on All Hallows Eve…

So, if you are up for being hassled, doling out goodies and generally being visited by lots of children dressed to thrill then please put this ballon on your door or gate…

—if you’d prefer the quiet life, then just don’t put anything balloon shaped outside!!!

We’ll tell the kids to just hunt selectively… at balloon marked houses…

Thanks in advance, etc

How good is that?!

I think it might be the product of quite a young suburb – the average age is 39 where we live – quite a few families living in our street so lots of kids. And the parents, on the whole (apart from us) are pretty much over-protective… which is interesting because we’re the ones who don’t let our kids out.

What do you do on Halloween – is your street as organised?