Trying to ignore the issue of petrol price increase is like trying to close an eye to the elephant trampling on your vegetable patch in the front lawn. Everywhere, people talk/groan/curse/yelp/whine about it. The only person I know with a nonchalant attitude about it is the husband. Not that we are filthy rich to be able to afford any price of oil. In fact we were even considering riding the car ala The Flintstones. But he, being the quite recently (ex) oil man himself, simply shrugged it off with the I-saw-it-coming-all-along-cause-i-was-in-the-industry attitude.
Somehow, I can feel that my trusty yellow bicycle will be in use more often now. And that is good. I have ( lots of ) flabs to shed. There is always a tiny positive way to look at bleak things, no ?
From oil to coffee. I have never been one to be associated with coffee. I am more of a tea drinker. And I collect teas. You name it, I may most likely have it. I even have chili-chocolate tea in my larder now. However, this past week since last Saturday, I have been feeling really, really low. I have no idea why and nothing concrete to pin point the reason to it. And I have this suddenly bad craving for coffee. From a not coffee drinker, I have tasted different kinds of brew in this week alone. I even contemplated buying myself a coffee maker and wow, that’s news. Am I betraying tea?
I am certainly not pregnant. But why this boom doom gloom mood and obsessive craving ? Beats me.