The other night, when I was going to pay in a restaurant for a bottle of coke, I was told they had to charge me the sugar tax, 50 p extra.
Wow... no small tax for a bottle of coke...
Then the guy went on to offer diet coke, diet this, diet that.
"it costs the same as before" he said.
healthier? I don't think so. Clever? very clever
The holidays? Grrrreat! :
* sulky teen
* crazy toddler
* touchy mothers of sulky teen and crazy toddler
* the old ... older
* the heat ... hotter
however... FOOD SUPERB AND NO OFFICE !!
one last point to note :
Never wear these
to wander in a place like
off to have dinner at the very Spanish time of 22:23
"She's very quiet" the big taxi driver asks , looking at my daughter from the mirror. Well... asks... he doesn't ask a thing, he states a fact.
"She's a teenager" I answer a little miffed. I am not used to anyone criticizing my daughter other than me.
I go on to explain apologetically how amazing she used to be until her hormones showed up, he goes on to blame the eternal 'blameables': mobile phones and social media.
In this manner starts our first visit to my parent's house in two years, with that, an economy flight and something else...
I wonder if this will end up being just another of my unfinished blogs.
