Last night, Katy was having a bad dream and she thumped me on the head twice, with a fair bit of oomph. When I asked her WTF she was doing, the only answer I got was a sleepy “sorry, I thought you were a crow”.
Riiiiiight…
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I’ve invested a large part of my EBI end-of-contract money in a long-term fund platform offered by Generali International.
The portfolio is fairly well balanced:
We have a proper englishman in our team. A northern lad through and through. We were talking the other day and he was complaining that while you can get decent coffee out of a machine, you can’t get a good cuppa. It’s just not doable. This morning, I challenged him to a blind taste test – a cuppa PG tip vs a special T English breakfast. He got it spot on, on the sip.
“I can’t say anything about wine and stuff, but I know my tea”