What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française, starts writing short stories and then discovers a long-buried talent for art, of course…
I was at a showgrounds and went to the refreshments stand, where I picked up a large plastic jug and went to put tea bags into it. I realised that they weren’t Barry’s (the pyramid shape gave them away), so of course I had to put a handful of bags in to try to give it some flavour. To my horror, the electric kettle was almost empty, but I poured the remaining hot water over the handful of tea bags in the bottom of the plastic jug and added milk. Anticipating a nice cup of TEA, I raised the jug to my lips….
UGH! It was awful, with a pathetic weak tea bag flavour – you know the ones where all you can taste is the paper used to contain the tea-dust – heavily laced with plastic fumes.
Dear god, we are here less than two weeks and tea withdrawal is already setting in!