Mmmm.... liquid elephants

I have decided I have a learning difficulty. I'm not talking about the number blindness, it's much more serious that that. It affects my ability to perform important everyday tasks like cooking and shopping. I am gravy-blind . I've been to ths shops for gravy three times, and each time I've come away with a packet of Scandinavian flat bread. I don't know how common this granule-flat bread version of gravy blindness is, but if any educational psychologists out there would like to use me as a test case, I'd be happy to help. Readers, don't under-estimate the debilitating effect a lack of gravy identification skills can have on a life. Imagine all those really dry mince-based meals. Yuck.

I bought some rooibos tea yesterday. I have fancied some for a while, but I've resisted because I find it vaguely unsettling. I couldn't figure out why, but the first time I drank it I went 'yuck', but afterwards I quite fancied another cup. I am enjoying some right now, but I finally realised why it bothers me. It smells like the elephant house a chester zoo. Go sniff some, close your eyes and you'll think you are surrounded by dirty straw.

I saw yellow snow yesterday, I thought it was just the stuff of myths and legends. It was almost as exciting as seeing tumbleweed for the first time. I saw two types- one was a kind of jageddy line (poor dog!) and the second was a deep yellow well into unknown depths.

I feel good today, it's sunny and not too cold, and I walked in listening to Nevermind by Nirvana. It's amazing how the right music at the right time can make you feel so good. I love that about it.

Maybe I should do some work now....