I tried Earl Grey tea for the first time today. It was pleasant, with a herbacious taste.
On Friday it was our last day of college, and I went to the beach with all my lovely buds. We went swimming and I put my head right under! Once I had numbed all over, it was suprisingly warmish, and we had a BBQ with bananas and chocolate, and I had a salmon fillet. Mm! The only tricky part of the evening was getting changed; we had to hide behind the beach-huts at the back of the beach, and there were far too many gaps through which we could be seen. At one point, a handsome boy in a red top walked past, and he nearly saw my boob. Luckily, I was so covered in sand that I was camouflaged to the beach, like a sand crab.
I was reading The Midhurst and Petworth Gazette today at work (fab), and I came across an astounding article that I would like to share. It was titled: Rhubarb Robbers Close To Custardy. It made me giggle, so I read on. Apparently, someone has been stealing a man’s rhubarb straight from his garden! I was shocked, I was upset. I wanted to buy this man some more rhubarb. So if it’s you, you pesky Midhurst hooligans, don’t do it anymore.
The other day, Harriet and I bought a reduced Lemon Victoria Sponge Birthday Cake and split it, and my half had a rose with a ribbon tied round it, and when I had eaten all the cake, I put the ribbon in my hair. It was pink and looked nice, but the rose was made of sugar so I ate it. I bet my insides look pretty 🙂
Father Ted’s on now.