I asked Marty to get me something to drink when he was out at the local convenience store. I was hoping for some fruit juice but he has arrived back with something that describes itself as “Cider Meets Condensed Milk”. Does he really think I am going to try to drink that? He then tried to convince me that the English description was nonsense but the Japanese description of “White Cider Strawberry” isn’t exactly making it sound more drinkable.

I’ll put it in the fridge and give it to our visitors.

I’m supposed to be cleaning but instead I’m playing with my computer and listening to Sarah McLachlan sing Christmas Carols.

Marty was asking tonight if I thought we would ever feel old and I told him that “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple”. He had to point out that I am currently wearing a purple jumper.